As he finishes the sentence he pushes me back onto to the bed & starts kissing me, omg he is a great kisser, I feel myself getting damp as his hands s...owly work their way into my hair pulling my head back so he can have more access to my throat, I tell him to stop but he carries on, kissing his way down my cleavage, but we've gotta go! He continues his route down undoing buttons as he goes, I've wanted to do this for so long he mumbles against my rock hard nipples, but what about Vix? Oh. As we lay there in the den on the rug propped up against the settee, drinking our tea we had a good ole chin wag a girls morning in. Bamber had loads of questions about me, her mother and Robin and our pact. Is it like a pack of she wolves? No sweetheart not a P.A.C.K. and PACT more like an understanding between like-minded women. We have all suffered the loss of sex for various reason and decided to join together to solve our mutual problems. That sounds so cool. How many more members are you. And he will love meeting a guy like me. Our kinks will fit together like puzzle pieces. Where I have a fascination with submission and sexual service to a man, he'll have an obsession with fantasies of secretly spending several hours at a time letting his inner pervert come out to play. Where I want to feel masculine sexual energy focused on me, he will be excited by thoughts of having the chance to be openly sexually selfish and demanding. His deepest, darkest secret is his desire to have. "Relax," I ordered, then checked on Toby. He sat down and ran some scales, then nodded. I walked over and put my arm around Peter. "I realize nobody asked you the sixty-four thousand dollar question, can you sing? Don't sweat it. We'll just try this. It's the kind of song that doesn't have to be perfect." What if I'm no good?"I shrugged. "Then you can't make out with Traci any more."Peter turned deliciously red and swallowed hard."Peter, relax. Singing is supposed to be fun. If you can't do it,.