He's lucky, that is... judging from those fine knockers of yours... and that nice, high-class ass. For a honky chick you're not bad at all. And I bet ...ou like to get your pussy tickled."Kay stiffened at his vulgarity, sensing her confidence of a few moments before commencing to falter. She blinked her eyes tightly shut, and in spite of herself she could feel tiny unwanted sensations flitting through her stomach again, like when she'd thought of Jim earlier and imagined them making love."HOW.... . no... The Major withdrew her hand and looked uncertain. “Oh, I just thought that ... never mind.”“I’d really like to see him, Ingrid. Please. If there is any way...”The woman watched her a moment, then turned towards the door. “I’ll see what I can do, Mrs. Polanski. For now, accept that this is out of your control. I’ll find you if things change.” She left quickly and Tamara boiled in the small room.She wondered if it was true that Hannigan had come to them on his own. Given how he’d reacted. And I feel the tingle downstairs. I open the windows while sitting there, naked, in bed. I drop my hand down to my pussy, fingering, pumping, feeding my need for sex, my left hand on a nipple, trying to unlock the pent up energy. Oh my god, I'm horny. In the back of my mind, I can hear the birds sing, not just tweets but songs with words, but I can't listen as the rest of me is screaming more, more, more.And I go. My orgasm brings with it that sensation as I leave my body and watch myself in. What was it that brought us to tears as we climaxed together last night? What had made Kate so frantic in her love-making that she exhausted three lovers before she reached me and had yet to reach her own fulfillment? I needed to increase my vocabulary in order to title this painting. I didn’t know the word for this emotion.Other things emerged as I painted and when I stood back to examine the piece, my vocal soundtrack faded in the empty room. It was the fourth time I’d painted like this—put.