‘What of your own women? I know it was not just kisses that you gave to that cow Lallia or to that pink-fingered vixen Maive el Staten. Am I standin... here shouting about it? Would it matter to you if I had loved a woman? I told you Anata was only a friend. It was you who insisted she must be more to me.’ ‘Oh alright,’ he said grumpily. ‘My mind is muddled. Give me a bit of peace, Maien. And you must not talk like that about Lallia or Maive.’ Then he realised that she probably did have the. One time about fifteen years ago, I was finger fucking her G Spot. She squirted what she thought was pee, so now she is afraid of doing it again. I want her to go beyond control and have what I believe is a G Spot orgasm like that other one seemed to be in my mind.Last night when I went to bed, the back of my hand fell on her when I relaxed. It laid against her until she turned it so that my fingers and palm were against her. That in and of itself was nothing, except, she didn't push it away.. Walking seemed to come easier as I followed Madeline down the short non decrepit hallway to her wide red door. The geek unlocked it and let it swing inwards, "Welcome to my place Gerry."I strode in, like the queen bee that Madeline thought me to be. It was all an act of course - my knees felt like they would give out any second and my head spun terribly. I was seriously starting to reconsider the decision that brought me here.Hands took my coat and bag and then lead me into what would have been. “I think she is. Mmm, and you’re so hard. Let me do something about that.”“And you’re not wet?” he asked as I slipped off his lap to the floor, my hands reaching for his boxers’ waistband. He wore his white ones with black skulls and crossbones on it.“I am. And I’m in the mood for pirate treasure, yar,” I said, putting on my best pirate accent.“What?” he blinked as I pulled down his boxers, his hips lifting to help me out.“Aye, matey, I need all the creamy treasure you got in them there.