But now, I had the edge to do something to end my hunger.“Those were good times, indeed. I really miss those days...”“Us too, Jean. You are a go...d friend of ours and you brought us so much good moments and it’s impossible forget you”“I am glad to hear that, Mary... wish only those moments could come back...”I guess they picked my hint right there.“If you want, we can remember them in a more...er... ‘deep’ way”“What do you mean, Scott?“Of course I knew what they meant, but I just wanted them to. My cousin Lucy has been visiting and I hope you do not mind that I showed your photos and letters to her because she is much interested in trying a cock in her behind to determine if the stretching would turn her on. I offered her the use of either Ricardo or Ramon but she told me that she is much more interested in a man like you with a connoisseur's appreciation of anal delights. I have enclosed a picture of my Lucy and you can see she is quite handsome. Please be so kind as to safeguard the. Julie’s head was spinning. What could Yorke read in her face? What he could never know was how wet she’d become. From only those early words? Did she dare ask to hear more? Did she dare tell him the deeper truth of what his words did to her? Or had he guessed?His face was showing some concern but the memory of having already exchanged warm kisses with him lingered. The urge to know the physical consequences of mouths meeting with that deeper intent had captured her imagination when she first. You’re ready now to go it alone.’ It was true. Abby felt a momentary sense of loss, knowing that the architects of their recent adventures were now exiting stage-left. She and George would have to find their own way now, and in a flash she realized that they were both now capable of doing so. Britt had driven Abby to a shop called Her Mistress’s Closet. The mannequins in the window sported all manner of leather and latex. It was the kind of establishment from which Abby would have averted her.