When she got that feeling, she just had to act. And this morning she had that feeling worse than ever. After taking care of her little investigation, ...he meant to drive to town and look up an old beau. He was married, but if she played her cards right she could catch him at the right moment."But first I'm going to see if I'm right about something," she said aloud. She cupped each of her breasts, felt another rush of slickness pour from her crevice. Then she padded out of her room barefooted and. For some reason you have been in my thoughts lately, in ways that I normally only think about guys. All I’ve ever thought about is strong wide shoulders, tightly formed muscles, and long thick smooth dicks, plunging deep into my pussy. Now though, now I’m not so sure. Ever since I met you things have been different. When I close my eyes I don’t see the usual chiseled features I’m used to, I see your face, high cheek bones, small nose and pointed chin. Your large eyes, taking up so much of your. I’m not retired and have to deal with a job, family, etc. My job requires a fair amount of travel, much of it overseas. Nevertheless, we managed to post a few stories, some of which I had more influence on than others. Things like dialog, pace, character development and scene details were my contribution. Most of the plot details and research into the original stories were John’s effort. Once we’d agreed on a story, he would snail-mail me his initial work. There would be pages of notes he’d. "I sigh and pick up my water glass, surveying the room. "This is a place for lovers," I think to myself. A few minutes more pass and I start to wonder what is taking him so long. I decide to go look for him, why, I am not sure, when I hear a voice state,"Hello, my name is Samuel and I will be your server this evening."Upon hearing the deep southern drawl I visibly jump in my chair, unbelieving what I am hearing and that fate could play such a cruel trick on me. I slowly turn to face him while.