My phone, I was sending a text to Natasha when I was on my way down stairs" he panicked."Okay, don't you have a train to catch? I thought you'd alread... left!" she said, as her voice lowered to a gentle tone."Yes! I don't suppose you could let me borrow £20 so I can grab some breakfast and drinks on the train do you?" Jamie said, trying his luck."My purse is on the table, take £40 and we'll not speak of what you've seen here again, okay?" Deal!" he said, delighted with his luck, "I'll not tell. I can hear your subtle moans as you feel the hardness in my pants pressing firmly between your legs. A few seconds later your shirt is raised and my mouth is covering your breasts with hungry, wet kisses. I take one nipple between my lips, sucking briefly before turning to the other one. Your hands grasp and pull at my hair and you raise a leg in order to permit me access to your freshly moistened hidden regions. Scrambling to push the fabric of your skirt out of the way I press a hand firmly. As I remembered that, I felt a bit silly forthinking I might be able see my vagina. It must be somewhere inside mybody, so not really something I could see. The parts I was seeing mustbe called something else. Maybe I needed to have a look at that book onthe shelf... Anyway, the way my finger could press inwards told me therewas more happening inside those folds. There must be the entrance to ahole that goes all the way inside my body! It was a strange realisation.And so different from being a. " "Are you sure, dear?" asked Barbara. And then, as if reluctantly obeying a rule, "I must tell you that that was your first wish, too." Since his arm was brushing Barbara's breast and her thigh was rubbing his, any warning Steve might have derived from her hesitancy in uttering that last sentence was totally lost. "Sure, I'm sure" said Steve, imagining himself as very Heffneresque in a silk smoking robe surrounded by scads of beautiful women, all of them of bunny proportions and eager to.