Helen's did not. The photograph had enflamed something long dormant within her. Her comfortable life, at one time so safe and satisfying, now seemed l...aden and mundane. She engaged in wild flights of fantasy regarding the girl in the photo. Helen began writing stories about the girl. Many of the stories were romantic and sensual. But some of her stories were sluttish, and the scope and depth of their depravity frightened Helen.7th of June - He was waiting for me in his office. I tried to put. .then letting go of her bottom cheek and running the edge of my thumb between her bottom halves, trailing my thumb down her bottom groove, letting my thumb linger for a moment on top of her anal bud, still kisskissing her other cheek…my mouth wet and my lips big, soft…. feeling the damp warmness of her hidden valley, becky flinching as my thumb edge touches her anus…… I start sucking little mouthfuls of her abuse left cheek’s ass flesh in to my mouth, sucking her bottom flesh right up in to my. These hands are for you Kelly.”That statement just came Out without me thinking but she smiled and squeezed my hands gently. When The waitress returned with our order Kelly made a big production of paying, letting The woman know that she was treating me. All The time she kept one hand on top of mine. Sitting down so I could look at her eyes I asked her The question that I’d been putting off.“Kelly I want to ask you something but I have to ask this first. Do you have a boyfriend?”“No and right. Not that it mattered- he was the boss.No one at work knew what was going on, which was the fun thing. It was a secret, which made everything even more sexual.I've lived with him two months so far.“Brooklyn, are you listening to me?” DeAndre's voice snapped. I looked up from my bed to see DeAndre standing in the doorway of my room, or his guest room. Whatever. He was wearing pajama pants and no shirt. His amazing body distracted me for a second before I heard the irritated tone of his.