I kissed her to keep her quiet. I couldn’t believe my dream was coming true. I brought her to the orgasm she needed. She then pushed me down and did...the same for me. After that day weeks passed by and now a month later and we never spoke of that afternoon or did it again. Sometimes when she hugged me or sat next to me on the couch I could tell she wanted more but she held back. Tonight was one of those nights, I found myself lying in bed drifting off thinking about her. I was thinking about. “The last letter the family received from her was to say she was preparing to visit Naples with Lord Byron, and you and your husband.” I said, prevaricating with the practised ease of a politician.I saw a flush of what could be guilt appear on Mary Shelley’s pallid face.“And you have not heard from her since then, almost four years ago?”I nodded, keeping a sad look plastered on my face. I knew Lord Byron had rejected Becky in 1819, and then entered a relationship in Ravenna with a young,. My thighs were gripping his head from sides, as the feeling was getting off my endurance level.-oh god, imad….ah! That feels so good…aaah! Ah…ss!-I was all crazy. He was so good at it, that soon my clit was up and all wet inside, even though he sucked me that hard.After that, he knelt in front of me and said,-time for the new position, the standing serpent, or crouching tiger-hidden serpent--what? That sounds like the name of that Chinese movie! Haha!-He also laughed and said,-this is an ideal. I knew I didn’t have much time or Rachel would be slamming the door in my face. I pulled the envelope holding the ten thousand dollars out of my jacket pocket and thumbed the money in front of her.”I have ten thousand dollars here, Rachel, and I wanted to discuss with you how I want to spend it,” I answered timidly.Rachel’s nose straightened out and a smile stretched across her perfect teeth. Suddenly the stench of dog shit had evaporated!”Come in, David!” purred Rachel. “i’ll be happy to help.