“Has it really been that long?”“Well, either that or Birgitte and the rest of her crew have lost track of time. But the invoices in the office t...is morning say that it’s the middle of September. And you were right Matt, it is a Sunday!”For a long moment, my stomach felt rather strange. Is this ... okay? Moms are going to be pissed! Then Lara and I grinned at each other. Yeah right!“Like, when is the next ride back home?” she asked.Heather shook her head and chuckled. “It’s today, Lara.”“We can. .I paused for a moment. That's a good memory. I smiled, but it instantlyturned back into a frown. That memory reminded me that I no longer haveher in my life. I'm divorced. My depression from a few nights ago wasstill there. The wound was still raw. I pushed those feelings back andfocused on the present.OK. I really wish I had the 2018 internet at my finger tips right now. Iguess I have to do this the old fashioned way. I pulled out a phone book,found the phone number I was looking for and. I poke the roundness of my hips remembering the feel of strong hands placed upon them earlier as they guided me to climax. My fingers trace the curvature of my breasts then cup each one, gently rubbing my nipples with my thumbs exciting them into hardness.The face peering back at me is blushing, a natural face with no make-up to hide the freckles dancing in the candle light, cheeks covered in a light pink veil and lips full and moist. Nervously, I begin to twirl my long dark hair between my. ?Meow, meow, meow.? I climb on to the bed, kneel behind her and slide my fingersinto her. She is very wet and receptive. ?Meow? She pushes to meet my fingers. Holding her by the scruff of the neck, I rub my cock againsther lips and clit, and then slowly penetrate her. ?Fuck? she meows as she looks back at me. Theglint of the collar is overshadowed by the glassiness of her eyes. I begin to thrust in and out of her. The chain of the leashsteadily slaps against the headboard, ringing metallically.