She looks amazing. A ruffled white shirt, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, is tucked in to a high-waisted skirt. Black and tight, the skirt hugs her f...igure, painting her curves down to her thighs where it gives way to her long legs, shiny black pantyhose showing them off perfectly. She kicks off her black leather heels as she drops her bag on to the floor and says "I think I'm gonna turn in early." Noticing the surprise on my face she adds, "I ate at the office with Helen and it's been a long. Then he pulled back and looked at me, we kissed very briefly and then kissed again. The relief on his face was clear to see. My emotions were running wild. In my past I had been with guys, but nothing since I had met my wife and that was over 25 years ago. This time Finlay took the lead and laid me on the bed, he immediately began to take my shoes and socks off, then turned to my belt and trousers. Once they were off he carefully unbuttoned my shirt and ran his fingers through my chest hair. Julie's folks are also members." And Darren?" I asked Julie."It was his idea to make you a part of the group," she said putting on a black bra."The only rule is to leave all your inhibitions and go with the flow. You're free to do whatever you want and whenever you want," added Amber."What do you mean?" I quizzed."Well, if you want to hug somebody, you are free to do that. If you want to kiss somebody, go ahead and do it. If you want to make love to somebody - men or women – nobody will stop. You can't find them anywhere."Darcie McVey rolled her eyes and said, "But can't anybody at network headquarters see I'm sick of gushing over things like bunny-tail bedroom slippers?" she said. "I want to interview Senators and CEO's and foreign leaders. I want to report on world events, not tea parties and the latest make-up fads. I'm beyond all that now, I don't care how much they pay me. I am not some kind of" Darcie paused with her lips pursed, trying to come up with the right word, " . . ..