Nicole leaned over and gently pressed her lips to Anna's. The kiss was friendly and loving, almost comforting in its own way. Then Nicole said, "I lov...e you, Anna. And I want you to know that nothing will change that for me, not even sex. But if you're afraid it will, there's something I can do. With your permission, and only with your permission, after we're finished, if you want me to, I can change the memory of everything you've experienced today to something a little more... normal." What do. Actually, he kept reminding himself, the chat "Eve" had had with Jenny. But then, he *was* Eve... or Eve was him... or something like that. He was noticeably distracted and his foreman, Al, kept sending pissed-off looks his way. Al had chewed him out but good when JP arrived almost an hour late that morning and he'd been riding his butt all day long. But the topper came when he'd almost run Al down with the forklift just before lunch. JP was accustomed to letting his mind wander at work. . Breathing heavily, she placed her hands on the table and leaned forward. Tommy moved behind her and rolled the tights down to her knees. He was fixed on the roundness beneath the flimsy panties. He pulled back the elastic, peered at her snowy cheeks, and then let it snap back into place. “Stand up straight, Rose.” Tommy pressed his cock against the dimpled small of her back and cupped a breast with one hand, his fingers scissoring an electrified nipple. Her smooth back felt soft and feminine. Especially Libby. Her frequent appearances on his yacht gave him more and more exposure to her and the more he saw the more he fantasized. At times she was with Rob and his time with her was limited. At other times he was able to slyly engage her one on one for long conversations of which over a matter of time became very personal.Meanwhile, taking every viable opportunity while watching their backs very carefully, David and Roslyn became almost a weekly thing. Of course Roslyn had no idea that.