John Doe and how much she liked it. My God, it used to turn me on like hell and we used to have amazing sex.She used to ponder as to why I have such f...ntasies. But she just never took it seriously. She just enjoyed making me happy and hard. It went on but eventually got boring to me, knowing that her stories were just made up. I tried to talk her into trying some swinging but she used to go with a stern ‘No’.Believe me, readers, I have been trying to convince her for 2 years. She, for the first. We were laughing as we walked three abreast.Rachel told her, “You better be in good shape, because your new friends are going to give you a workout tonight.”“Just tell me now, that I’ll get to love you, your Mom, Guy, and Lola - and I’ll wade through Mavis and the others.”“You’re going to get Guy, Lola, and me all night. The others will have to take seconds, or wait until tomorrow night. We love you, Karen Ann Hillis.”“How did you know full name?”“It’s on that plaque behind your desk. Lets go. "Do you want to continue Miranda? Just say no if you don't want this to go any further. I just feel that we are so much in tune in so many ways that this would be the culmination to a wonderful evening." "Please Jason, I only want to feel. I don't want to think anymore. I have been thinking about this since I landed in your arms yesterday." He relented and took her into his arms. She could see in his eyes that he felt the same way. "I can't deny it Miranda, I need you too, so much." . Feeling angry and betrayed, I putthe phone away before it ended up in several pieces at my feet and Iattracted the attention of airport security.Standing up, I walked through to the ladies room and stood in front ofthe mirror, taking in my petite, sensual form. My long dark hair, cuteface, my breasts contained in my bra, the click of my heeled leatherboots on the tiles, the brush of my dress against my thighs. They alltold me what my eyes were seeing, that I was a woman and a sexy one atthat.I.