" Her voice trailed off."Please go and cook, Jane," the artist told her. "I've no wish toargue this matter any further, and I do look forward to once...againsampling your excellent cuisine."She sighed. "Well, thanks for that, at least." Without another word,she turned and walked slowly back to the kitchen.* * * * *Molly knocked on the door to Bridget's room. "Who's there?" came avoice from inside."'Tis me, Molly. Can I be coming in?" Go... go away." Please."Molly heard a sigh - or was it a. “You do really know how to heat up any situation with your raw sexual appeal. It has really been a great pleasure for me to know you more intimately than ever.” He continued.“I too enjoy our physical moments. And I love you for that.” I said.“What…Shit!” With a sudden shock he stood up, wore his pants and went out of the room. For a second there I didn’t realize what I said to make him upset, then it hit me. “Ahh! The ‘L’ word. Why did I say that?” I hit myself on head blaming for what I did.. The stirring in her loins grew stronger, more demanding. She could no longer stand it. She could no longer deny herself the thrill. With a rough gesture, she forced her little hand up under her skirt and began to rub her own cunt.Charley, smelling the female odors, turned his great head and began to lap at her crotch with a long pink tongue."Oh Charley!" she cried out involuntarily, then could speak no more. The rough surface of the horse's tongue was grinding against her clitoris in the most. Something made him check his words, though.Sandra arrived at the podium and stared down at the score.Bows were positioned impatiently, even before she made any movement.At last she sighed, her mind clearly somewhere far away. She held up her baton, and looked up. Gary thought her eyes were unusually tired.She gave a few tentative pulses and the orchestra responded unevenly. Before a few measures had even passed, Sandra had dropped her hands. The orchestra petered out."Sorry," she said, almost.