Sometimes I'd close my eyes in complete passion and pleasure.'Fucking hell, Cliff, your cock is sooo hard!'Then I shouted 'Tights, tights, tights, tig...ts, tights!' all in rhythm to my riding.'You know something Cliff, this is exactly what I wanted to do to you the first time I met you,' I panted, in the sassiest voice I could. 'Tell me, dearest,' I said, kneeling forward so my mouth was almost touching his nylon covered face,' where do you want Polly to go next? Remember to say it nice and. The door opened.She paused to check her phone. Dylan had finally answered. "not yet", the text read. Relieved that he was alive, Jaclyn crept into the now-unlocked room.The room was filled with paintings. It looked to be a storage room, as the paintings were stacked on the floor and many were covered with sheets. Wary that Catherine would keep the paintings in a locked room, Jaclyn searched around. Like the paintings outside the room, these paintings also featured nude women. However, the. Hanging back, Jill was tempted to tell Denise to meet her at the food court in a little while and make her escape, but she strongly suspected that Denise would see right through her ruse and reject that idea as well. Denise was getting far to good at saying 'No' these days."Jill, what do you think of this one? Think it would look good on Jack?" Denise asked as she held up a black oxford shirt made of a satiny material."Great. Now tell me, when was the last time you saw Jack in a button down. Rather clumsily, I managed to guide us into a downstairs bedroom where, still kissing, we sank into a tangled mass onto the bed.Simultaneously, we came up for air and a more tender atmosphere surrounded us as, I think, we each contemplated the eccentricities of fate which had brought us together again, allied with the pleasure and joy it was delivering to us.Words were not needed as we speedily divested ourselves of our clothes and we could drink in each other's body. I delighted in drawing.