Okay. Turn your head, look at me—yeah, big smile, just like that . . . and, there. Atta girl.’ More digital camera sounds. Great. Now I was sleaz... 70s porn. Who cared. I felt fantastic. He was happy, so I was happy. I brought my head to the floor, resting on my cheek so I could still look back at my beloved husband, and fingered my clit. I giggled. ‘Am I glossy?’ I asked. ‘All those girls look glossy when they do this. Their slits all shiny.’ He smiled. ‘Wet as a river.’ I grinned and kept. I was making all sorts of strange noises but not so much that I didn't see Connie put on her special big black vibrator thingy. Then she snuck up behind Mr. Blakemore and just when he was getting that funny look on his face, the one where he's just about to shoot all that white stuff everywhere, she jammed that big vibrator right up his arse. Oh boy, Diary, did his eyes ever get big. He started moving up and down faster than the energiser bunny with fresh batteries. Then he started to make. Miss Moneypenny had given her the access codes to dial into ‘The Agency’s’ extensive database from her home computer. But where to start? Jane leaned back in her swiveling arm chair, and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her tight, navy-blue blazer, to get more comfortable. She remembered how, even at age 80, the roving eyes of her new boss M had given her the once-over in his office. If M could see her now, what would he think, the opened two buttons making it obvious that she had absolutely. " Thank you, Gerry," Marion said quietly. "That's very kind of you. I wish we could have been able to know Helen better, but that was not to be. But you, and Dionne and Mike are like family to us. Who knows," she smiled, "we might actually be family some day in the future." Time will tell," I said, smiling at my friends."Hmmm," I murmured. "Do you mind if I have a look in your bag?" I asked Al.He had been keeping it out of my sight by putting the rain cover on his clubs. Since it wasn't.