She could be reading off a check list, and it would work on me. It’s then I feel myself arch, and muffle a moan as I feel my body rocket into anothe... orgasm. Her voice still whispering into my ear, sweet nothings just for me. Oh dear heaven. I feel my chest pound hard, my body shake uncontrollably as I orgasm for her. She’s done it. She makes me come for her by just words, and the softest touches. I whimper out her name as she continues to coo in my ear, still sweet nothings being my undoing. “Pah, don’t insult me with a lie,” she insisted, “For I have seen you for what you are you bounder.” “Then I apologise.” I replied.“For what?” she demanded.“For any upset I have caused,” I replied.“Stop blethering and come inside,” she insisted, “Come to my sitting room we shall not be disturbed there.”I was confused, first she calls me a bounder then she wished us not to be disturbed.“I was married very young Mr Longhirst, very young, and I had Alan very soon afterwards,” she started, “My. They ate slowly, savouring the food, each inevitably delving into their imagination as they enjoyed the unusual supper.As they finished Candy put her arm around Andy. “Even if that lovely meal doesn’t work, I have to say honey that your chances of getting M pregnant are a whole heap better than doing it with me. Just relax into it.”“Don’t relax too much,” Marsha laughed. “Will you do the honours Candy?”“You want me to?”“It’s your cock, isn’t it? Andy’s too, but you know what I mean. You’re the. She ran a hand through her hair, and it jingled like a thousand icicles chiming together. She still had no use of her mouth, but that felt ok. She felt empowered, and full of frantic energy. Every tiny movement she made, the slightest breath or the tiniest glance, made her body reflect the light like a multifaceted crystal. She was made of ice and sound and colour, and she felt alive.The cold was no longer an issue, she didn’t feel it at all. Her clothes felt drab and stifling next to her.