Both arms wereadorned with tattoos, some fresh and bright, others slightly faded. Onein particular caught my eye - a devil-eyed fairy on her wrist, be...ndingover in stockings to pick something up.But it was her eyes that really captivated me. They were piercing,electric blue, surrounded by a thick layer of eyeliner, dark eye shadowand heavily mascaraed eyelashes. Just for a second, for some inexplicablereason, I wondered what my eyes would look like made up in that way. Whyhad I thought that?"So. If it was a puzzle designed to confuse her, she decided, she would not let Sarah defeat her. She would escape. Burning. Red. Yellow. Apples. She turned over onto her other side, trying to calm her mind enough to sleep.She blinked her eyes open. It was some dark, small hour. She was damp with perspiration. In her mind were four words. Burning. Red. Yellow. Apples. She could feel a growing need in her breasts, her sensitive nipples. Burning. She wanted to touch herself, but tried to force her. Then I got a mail on my id gurgaonguy1984 at Gmail com from a 31-year-old woman with 2 kids who was recently divorced. We chatted a few times online. After the basics, she told me of her situation, a thing she had with a colleague but he expected more so she ended it. I told her bout my lack of a sex life in this arranged marriage & how with my ex GF I was very active & experimental, hence was looking for someone to explore with. Then after 2 days, she said she felt comfortable enough to meet. Not quite three weeks earlier, with only the six of us in the caravan, Jen and I had spent the night together thinking that it was pretty much the last time that we’d ever get to make love; with me moving up to Teesside there wasn’t going to be much scope for getting together very often, and even less opportunity for unrestrained passion.We were both a bit miserable about the impending end of our love-making, as we agreed that we had something very special after living the whole of our lives.