I had only ever seen pictures of women like her in glossy magazines. None of my girlfriends had come close to having a body like her. I felt my cock s...iffen up instantly at the sight of her body. “I don’t care for material things,” she said, “I care about human relationships. I care about intimacy. I care about sex. I want to feel rather than to own. Mr. Bramm thinks that one can replace the other, but it can’t, can it?” “No,” I replied, not quite sure exactly what she meant, but recognizing. Eli never smiled.“Kia?” Jonny Bill said as he looked at her. She was smiling and he glanced at Eli. He too was smiling now.Jonny Bill took a deep breath and exhaled loudly before he began.“Marshal, I can see who Kia and her sisters get their attitudes from. They are all very happy and they’re not one bit afraid to talk about anything, even personal things. I suppose it will take me some time before I’m able to talk to you about personal things in front of Kia, but I have to tell you, I love. Well one particularly wet night (it was London after all) I got the bus as normal, at the next stop an older lady got on and came upstairs for a smoke, other than me the upstairs was empty she looked at me and smiled she was perhaps late 40’s small frame with short black hair which was wet, I have always loved older women still do come to think of it, about half way up Cricklewood high road the bus decides to break down and the driver says it’s not going anywhere and it will be at least 30. She would see a man and wonder what he would be like in bed, wonder what his cock would look like and then she would fantasize about him. This had been going on for about the last five years or so, but Terry never thought of it as being anything other than a fantasy - until last night.Last night we had attended a Halloween party; Terry had gone as Jeannie (as in "I Dream Of Jeannie") and I had gone as Zorro. Terry's costume was an almost exact duplicate of the costume that Barbara Eden had worn.