I know I must havethrashed and screamed, but I don’t recall any of that –only the echoes of that monumental come.I have no idea how long i... lasted – hours, maybe – butmy next memory is of floating, my breathing stillragged, and becoming aware that the flower’s organ wasnow thrusting methodically in and out of me. I think itmust have waited until I had nearly regainedconsciousness to start simulating me again. That ribbedshaft was certainly doing the trick. My. She got a little weak in the knees thinking about it. *###* Most of the stimulation sessions where creative variations on basics that felt great. Sue was actually starting to look forward to them, a routine was establishing. Before long, she was going through old files and papers during the rest interval. Her sense of time was completely disrupted. The pauses seemed to go on forever while she waited for the squid to steal away any ability to concentrate on anything but her body…again. Somewhere. "I still can't put my clothes on!" Of course, silly! I only said *outer clothes*!" I laughed. "You still have to wear girl's underwear."He sighed and put back on the panties, stockings and suspenders. "This has stopped being funny you know." he began but I interrupted."Don't forget your bra, dear!" I said, so he grudgingly put that back on too. I was having so much fun!He went to the wardrobe and pulled out a shirt and trousers. As he pulled them on over his underwear I was curious to see if. People don't get love like this in real life. But I did, and I treasure it. And more than anything else in my life, I want to keep it. You won't see me today. Our other third will claim your time tonight, then sometime in the morning I'll be joining you, if I'm still welcome. I love you. Understand? I. LOVE. YOU! Please treat her as you did me this evening.Cathy"I sat up, holding the note. My life had taken on the unreality of a romance novel. Looking at the clock, I noticed I slept two and a.