By the time she gotten out of that shower all traces of cords, and strait jackets were but a memory only Pauls gnome still grinned back at her, and sh... knew he always would. Life settled down once more, each night if they were in that mood, they had very vanilla sex, Saturdays they played a little more robustly but never as hard again, yes, a little bondage, but Pauls style, yes they tried anal and loved it, but with lubricant, care and love. And yes they experimented, she wore the egg out in. I lifted her hand to my lips and gave her a look."I don't know about that yet, but you sure are a beautiful woman."Yes, I was undoubtedly the suavest, most debonair, silver tongued muleskinner in 2525.My little declaration broke the ice and made everyone laugh. Before another conversation could start, an older woman started bringing in the food. She was the first person I met here that appeared over forty. I only noted her relative age peripherally though, because most of my attention was on. "We’ll get them home. Just give ‘em a few more days. Okay?" My eyes watered. Frosty’s love and affection for the two women mirrored my own. She looked like I felt."You have my word," I brushed a tear from her cheek as I wrapped my arms around her in a quick and gentle Hollywood hug."Any friend of Darlene and Alice is a friend of mine, Belinda," Her body stiffened, but she did not resist. I got the message. Frosty didn’t favor hugs, at least not wolf hugs."I don’t know why, but I trust you," She. Your skirt is short and it pulls up very easily. I am kissing you again now, tongue fucking your mouth with deep, penetrative strokes. My hand moves over your thighs and I love the way you have spread your legs for me, in readiness. Your thighs are so soft. So inviting. I caress them with my fingertips, drawing lazy patterns in your skin. You move your legs further apart and you kiss me, hard, with sublime desperation. You moan as I kiss you, wriggle as I stroke your soft thighs. My.