Your tongue travels down my thigh. Nibbling and teasing me. Licking behind my knee. down my leg further till you reach my ankle. then you move to my o...ther ankle and slowly start upward licking and nibbling the same way you did the other...Slowly up my thigh. Till you reach my lips. you is tongue licking along the slit. Tasting how dripping wet I am. your tongue teasing my lips. you gently nibble them. your tongue. Parting them and you slide your tongue across my throbbing clit. My hips. " Oh really" I replied. I was curious, but unprepared for what came next."I want to give you a massage."Silence. "Okayyyy…......." I responded. This one landed like a bullet to the back of the head. And I knew the inevitable was imminent. A massage? Really?She arrived looking stunning. Simple black slacks, white blouse; elegant and understated. The dinner went well. The scent of herbs and roast chicken suffused the room as I set the casserole down. The wine was perfect, the air thick with. We meet, talked, and I gave her $150. We hugged. A few days later another text from her, I gave her some ideas. After that nothing.Now, almost two years later I get a text. It is not from Carla, but from her daughter Carrie. She shared the same picture of her mom, and then a picture of herself, not nude but she looked like her mom’s twin. Carrie explained she and her mom had gone thru some serious things, like losing her grandfather. But, the two of them were currently doing well. She was in. Somehow they were greater- and rarer- than the things her colleagues worshiped her for- incredible intelligence and a knack for instilling knowledge into the world around her.I was running away from home for a bit, and she felt the need to be there to see me off. It made me feel guilty. My whole family loved me, but she ... loved me more. It had been a strange journey for us; we’d been married almost ten years, lovers for 18, and friends for 25. We’d always been close, and that part has never.