“You aren’t happy to see me?” And she turned on the fake pouty lips—knowing I was definitely more than happy. “Of course” I opened the doo... and she stepped onto the porch and fell into my arms. We held each other then tentatively and then passionately locked our lips in a deep, spicy kiss. The first one in 20 years or so. “Ummmm, “ I said. “Still, here—now? Why?” She said she was back in town for a wedding and had ditched her entourage for the night. “So I thought I’d stop by…” And she hugged. To be married to someone as hot as Meg had to be a lucky bastard. She was a petite brunette with a great character. Not only was she hot but also she was a fantastic person to boot. We got on really well and she was a great support for me after I had walked out on my wife. I was tempted to type in our old address but decided not to. Eight months ago I was still living there with Zoe. Meg didn't need me cracking up again. I knew that if I looked at it here there would be a chance I'd lose it. I immediately recognize that it’s your panties. I raise them to my nose and inhale your scent. There is nothing more intoxicating then the mixture of your White Shoulders perfume and your natural scent. As we continue on our way, all I can think about is that you are bare underneath your skirt. As we approach the truck, I look around and check to see that no one is near. I open the door for you and as you are attempting to get in, I slide my hand up the inside of your thighs until I feel your. But, after an hour or so of this, my mind inevitably wanders to former times, to the days before my enslavement, to the house where I grew up and its life of happy, carefree idleness.In those days, my father would read to me daily from the many sacred books of our people, reserving the end of each lesson for selections from the Canticle of Menkeret. Parts of the sacred Canticle I quickly learnt by heart, but knowledge of other chapters was forbidden to me. When I asked him why, as I frequently.