I kiss your navel, licking it, then slow my pace, pressing each kiss into your flesh.Lower.You stop breathing, frozen, waiting. Then you feel it---my ...arm kiss directly on your pleasure spot. Lingering. You feel my tongue and inhale sharply.Your entire body is electrified.Slowly, gently at first, I begin to make love to you with my mouth.Then more firmly, eating you.Finally a rhythm.My lips pressing and pulling at your shaven pink softness, my tongue in and out of you--you are so wet!-- then. "She picked up the phone and dialled home."Hi, Mum! I'm back ... Staying with friends ... You don't know them nor did I until ten days or so ago ... I don't know. Wires have got crossed somewhere. I'm coming home next weekend for Gran's eightieth ... No, Mum, of course not. I wouldn't miss it for the world ... OK, Mum. Love to Dad. 'Bye." Which wires got crossed?" asked Bea flatly."None," replied Jenny falling to her knees in front of her. "I lied to you." Why?" D-d'you mind if I get myself a. Have a seat .Can I get you something to drink?" "Some cold water would be nice." 'Ellen said to come by and pick up my money today. I was wondering if you had any idea about it”. I came back with the money and the water to see her on a chair with her head tilted back and eyes closed. I just wanted to run over and kiss her lips and take her breasts out of that shirt and lick it. "Here you go Tessa”, I said as I handed over the money and the water. She lifted her head slowly, stood up. Countless times she'd been saved from posting stupid, often embarrassingly hilarious mistakes to a public site somewhere by the intervention of her peers on SBL.A few readers took it a step farther and provided complete critiques of the stories; this was somewhat less welcome to most authors, since most of those individuals tended to be picky to the point of anal retentiveness. Such behavior was usually greeted with a "No content commentary, please!" response, and it was a measure of the good.