“It isn't often I find that special one that can hold my attention long enough to get to the first date. And beyond that, is almost unheard of.” �...�I am obviously not your type, whatever that is. So why am I here? Other than to get me to admit I wrote that story. Are you going to give me a lecture on why it can only be my fantasy?” “Quite the opposite, Honey. You see… I called you in here to…” she stood and walked around the desk and sat on the edge right in front of my face. I took the. Marie had expected the divorce to clear the way for her indoctrination of her daughter, but she did not anticipate the depth of Jessica's anguish over the separation. She herself could not imagine that kind of feeling for a man, and she misjudged the impact on the girl.Explaining why she had to divorce her father became the ultimate brainwashing opportunity for Marie. She spent endless hours explaining Cliff's ulterior motives for being so nice to Jessica. To Jessica's protestations the he had. The smell of sex was strong around us. That musky, sweaty scent arousing us further. She was now fingering herself with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. I was on my knees and she was reclining back on the couch, her head on the armrest. I inched forward, desperately wanting to get closer. I glanced up and saw that she was staring at my face. She licked her lips and we held eye contact for a long minute. The sounds that filled the room became increasingly urgent, sloppy and wet. I. Dale said, "Shouldn't you two be getting dressed and over to Denise's apartment?" Yes, Dale," Susan said."What about the breakfast dishes?" Denise asked.Dale shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'll take care of them. You've got a lot of hard work ahead of you." You're right," Denise said staring at him. Not once had he ever given any sign that he would accept no for an answer. She rose from her chair."Denise." What?" Don't turn me down too many times," Dale said with a smile. He took another sip.