"Myriam?" I love you, Bruce."Either the connection was poor or her voice broke. Did I care? Yes, I did. I knew I shouldn't, but I did."Why call, Myr?"...I asked.Silence. Then:"I am dying."Icicles dripped down my spine. Was it the utter sadness of her voice? Or the theatrical content of her words?"Are you ill?" I asked. "Where are you? Tell me what's wrong, Myr. Tell me." I am ... on this island. I don't know. Some tropical island. St. Kitts. Blue sea, beaches. It's Erica and me ... you know?" I. I could feel her breathing becoming more and more erratic as she neared another climax. She moaned so loudly into my mouth her sound resonated throughout my body. It was like I could feel her moan in my cock. Suddenly she reached over and marked a check on the board. Mrs. Graph began to thrash her head from side to side as she screamed out loud. "I'm cumminggggg..." she screamed. I held her lace encased thigh's and began to pump her pussy even harder. She began to gasp for air as she reached. It tasted sweet to kiss her and after 15 minutes I told her to get up and turn around and sit on it again. She did that and I started kissing her neck and biting her neck around and slowly licked her ears and kissed her. I licked her clean shaven armpit and squeezed her boobs and kneaded and sucked them and bit them again and again. I got up and turned her around after another 20 minutes. I made her stand and bend forward a bit and I shifted to be able to position behind her. She was as tall as. "A window came up informing me that she was no longer on-line.My stomach was in knots the following morning. With my hair loose I posed in front of the camera, shirt open and trousers at my knee, displaying the pink satin bra, briefs and suspender set. Black stockings clipped taut to the straps. Then with my trousers up and my shirt buttoned, finally showing the scarlet gloss on my thumbnail.I booted up the PC and went onto the web, checking to see if she was on-line. She wasn't, so I posted.