The big Texas windbag has blown into the Windy City! Was it the cowboy boots that gave me away? I know it's over the top, but I couldn't resist ... an... they are comfortable. I did omit the big cowboy belt buckle so that I wouldn't look like too much of a tourist ... or a lout. Should I just call you Darlene, or something simpler?"She glared at me for a moment, but cautiously replied, "Just call me Bel. They call me 'Darling' at the office, or at least my boss does, and I hate it, so don't!" Her. ’ ‘I’m use to being cold,’ I answer quietly. You lean down, kissing the top of my head then whisper, ‘Let me show you warmth instead.’ ~All those memories we share I will cherish every one of them~ I close my eyes and when I open them again, we are standing on a deck that overlooks a wooded area, beyond which I know from memory lies a lake or pond of sorts that the dog has taken a swim in on at least one occasion. I lean against the railing and watch you. You’ve taken a velvet coverlet and laid. “Kiss?” He meant, Shall I kiss them?She heard, I want you to kiss me now.Pru leaned forward and kissed Charles on the lips. That movement pushed her nipples into Charles’s chest.Through breath muffled by a passionate kiss, he said, “Damn. Those are perfect nipples. I gotta have them.”She answered by rubbing her tongue around Charles’s lips, slipping her tongue into his mouth and nodding, “Okay.”Her guy moved gripped both erect tits in his fists and squeezed the bases. He could only get his. She rose to her knees and began to rub the afflicted area as Ahmed watched. After several moments, however, she resumed her kneeling position and thrust her bottom out to receive the next stroke. Again, he measured the cane against her bottom, then the thrumming was heard, followed by another scream and the appearance of another red line. Ten more strokes of the cane followed, at a rate of about one a minute. Between each, she performed the same routine of rising to her knees and massaging her.