The last time I was here, Greg was still alive," Nancy said after Catherine left."I can't remember the last time I was here," I said truthfully.Nancy ...idn't respond. I could see she was deep in thought. Scanning her, I found she was trying to find a way to ask me about 'talking to her mind' as she called it. I decided I'd make it easy for her."Did you come here often, when Grandfather was alive," I thought to her conversationally.Before she could respond, Pricilla came in with a tea cart,. He knew she was certain that her love for him was all that mattered, and the place or situation she was in was very much secondary to that. Women were like that, he thought, they were person- rather than place-centred.Then he thought again. Susan also was ostensibly person-centred, but moved to another man when the going became tough and it killed her and little Sonia. His relationship with her had seemed complete and fulfilling, but her love for him was clearly not enough to sustain her. I needed no further invitation! I slipped my fingers into her jeans, then under the waistband of her cotton panties. My fingers discovered soft pubic hair and April spread her legs slightly. Even before I reached my goal, radiated heat warmed my fingers. The heat grew more intense as I ran my middle finger across the top of her labia, and I slid my finger completely between her legs.Super-heated juices coated my finger as I moved it slowly up and down along her labia. After a few strokes, I. She found herself wishing for Sierra’s little device to take a picture of him, relaxed in sleep and so beautiful. She was watching at him, lost in thought, and was startled when he opened one grey eye and favoured her with that little, lopsided smile she’d never seen him give anyone else.“Staring is rude, you know.”She grinned and fought to suppress her blush. “I wasn’t staring.”“Oh?”“I was admiring. There is a difference.” She sniffed primly and was rewarded with the low chuckle that made.