Crowded with costumes and stuff. Mmmm… Wear anything you want. Oh, God, just this robe, maybe? Why am I so wet? But take it off when you get there O...ff? Oh, fuck! That’s bad! And I want to! I was frantic now, and pummelled myself with my fingertips… Yes, all of it. No! Oh God, yes! And then lie down on the bed. I could barely read. My body was on fire. I was horrified, and ecstatic. Birch I read the last word, and fell back on the bed, dropped the paper, and pulled my legs up. I spread my knees. Anyway that had been the state of play until about two months before that fateful Friday evening. I'm not exactly sure how or why it started, but I came home from work one evening and Karen was in a frightful mood. The trouble was that she wasn't in a bad mood with her work colleagues or their clients, as was Karen's usual want. She was definitely shit faced at me.More than that, for some inexplicable reason Karen appeared to be really antsy with Larraine, my opposite number at our Edinburgh. He was playing with sperms in his mouth. He was steering it in his mouth and showing me by opening his mouth, as he did that, little spill out of his mouth. He swallowed the rest and then licked his lips and with his finger took his rest which was sticking on his face which was spilled while he was playing. For a guy it’s a fantasy to see someone else take his sperms in his mouth and swallow it, which I could never do. He licked my cock clean from rest of sperms sticking around. Then I asked. " I have a confession Maria. You are a very beautiful woman and I have a penchant for beautiful women. I knew who you were and had wanted to meet you long before I saw you standing there in the moonlight; but I didn't know just how to go about approaching you. You are beautiful and wealthy, and many might seek to know you with some thought of your wealth in mind; I was afraid you might think me to be the same. I am quite wealthy in my own right and don't need your money; but how could you know.