I raise one nipple towards my mouth, my tongue circling, wetting it as your tongue so badly wants to do. I come closer as if to offer, and you lean fo...rward, but I step back, temptation and tease. My hands trail down my body to my skirt and underneath the waistband where they start to play with myself but you can’t see, only watch as listen as I moan and you can hear how wet I am. You raise a hand, but I smile; again you grip the arm of the chair, pushed almost beyond reason to feel me. I take. ‘And then something totally unexpected occurred, something I never conceived of happening. Damn it, I was supposed to be involved in that situation just to get him over his blockage, and I wasn’t even paying attention to him except what he was doing to me! I was lost in my own reaction and had no idea about how ready he was. Suddenly, he pulled his finger out of me and moved around and I had absolutely no idea what was happening – I was really lost in my own pleasure. Really, I wasn’t thinking. "The blindfold," Margie said laconically.Vince hastily fixed the blindfold to her eyes and again stood back as if to admire his work. He was in a mild stage of shock. What is she doing? What the fuck's happening here?"What I propose," Margie said, "is to have me pretend you're another guy. Pretend being the operative word here, understand?" Um, yeah, so who is it you ... I mean that I'm supposed to be?"Margie laughed, "I don't know ... give me a second. Mmmm, maybe the mailman." Margie, our. Barbara saw the faraway look in Cathryn’s eyes and knew she was remembering. For a moment Cathryn drifted back 18 years, to a time when she and Stephen had been so in love, their lives so entwined, that they thought and acted as one. The love they shared had been so alive, it was almost tangible. She smiled at the memory. Then the ever present sadness intruded and squeezed her heart . The remembered pain of their separation was so strong that it still had the power to cripple her. ‘We had to.