We quickly became fuck buddies but neither of us wanted it to be anymore than the occasional fuck. However, shortly after we started sleeping together...I got a job overseas. This meant that we only saw each other when she came to visit me on holiday or when I was back in the UK visiting family. To be truthful this suited both of us. As the internet connections got better we regularly chatted on yahoo and started camming with each other. We would also exchange some photographs (some of the ones. She considered tomato ketchup, but no, if she was to destroy The Knife in order to get the ultimate pics of it thrust into her belly it would need to be real blood. The butchers? No, what would she say she wanted it for, making black pudding wasn't blood used for that? Too much chance of being asked questions she would be embarrassed to answer, anyway The Knife deserved a real victim before she ruined it forever. Then she remembered the pet rabbit the couple two doors up kept which was always. ” I nodded, grabbed her hand and led her to the picnic table. I leaned against it and she cuddled up close before I kissed her again. Her tongue darted to mine, more hungry and passionate than before. My hands caressed her back and I moved my lips to her neck, my warm breath and teeth grazing her skin. Up, up, up, my mouth went until it reached her ear for a gentle nibble. “Oh, that feels so nice,” she said. The breathlessness of her voice spurred me onward. I placed a hand just inside her. Bravely I pushed the note and flower to one side.I poured myself a cup of tea, and thought the teapot was far too big for one person. I guess I'm going to have to get a smaller one. It never seemed too big when Beth had been away on business, or that time when she went to stay with her parents. She'd gone, with my encouragement, when they were so upset that her brother Stephen had come out as being gay. I don't thing the homosexuality had upset George and Mary as much as the possible pink.