There's a very real risk that one of these times she'll go beyond the boundary where any return is possible. Should that occur, she may never return. ...It would be a mistake for you to confront her about her exaggerated withdrawals, Kenny. It would force her to try to deny it, and to prove you wrong." I didn't think of that. So, everybody just pretends to believe it, even Gerta?" No. Gerta worries about her not eating, and about her injuring herself by these long episodes. It is bound to take a. THEM I thought what does she have planned now, I did ask but was told that it was nothing to do with me as I had had my treat for the weekend, Susan to her credit came back to me and we sat naked on the sofa close together getting slowly drunk.Her hands started to massage my dick back to life much to the amusement of Amanda who suggested she should save herself for “the BIG event” to which Susan replied that she had plenty to go around and with that she slid down the sofa and took my dick in. Well, not quite.Actually, a lot of the time, she hated it. It meant the end of sunny days and warm endless evenings with the heady perfume of late summer flowers.But she did love the leaves.It was the colours, I think. All those bright reds and oranges, twisting and twirling as the breeze wafted through the trees. They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling up beside a big open fireplace,. ”“How about next week, then?” I suggested. I would jump at any excuse to watch Fight Club. Or to spend time with Danny, for that matter, although that inner admission gave me a twinge of guilt. How attractive I found him became harder to conceal each time we met, and I hoped my lust was not just due to assumptions about the contents of black men’s pants. I consoled myself with the excuse that surely any man standing at over six foot tall with a physique as toned as his would provoke similar.