Whether there will be a certain spark. Whether we feel that there will be something there beyond the ordinary. Perhaps something that touches the inne... core? Someone who sees us for who we are and who we long to be. Someone who just knows us, our desires and how to make us respond. Is the person who thinks they are leading ever truly leading at all or being steered? This is one of life's delightful mysteries.Her writing had piqued my interest. That it did made her curious. Could I turn a phrase. Before she knew what was happening she had fallen backwards into the reeds but more importantly, into the water of the lake and she was soaked. The man walked forwards and offered Sally his hand and he pulled her to her feet and out of the water.‘I think you were getting turned on watching us young lady weren’t you? I’m Peter and the girl I was fucking is Jane, come and say hello.’ Sally followed Peter to the water’s edge again and Jane waved. ‘I think you better get those clothes cleaned up’. "Okay it's your turn now." She said still recovering from her orgasm. Then I stood up and she crouched down pulling my pants down with her. "Oh man your dicks so hard." she said as she took it in her hand. "What should I do?" I forgot this was probobly the first time she had done this. "Lick it." I told her, "Then when your ready put it in your mouth."She started licking around the tip and she said, " Mmm it tastes good." She started licking up the length of it. " Oh damn Katy you're good at. She then dropped down and began to paint Terry’s toe nails hot pink. Once she was done, she went back in the bag and produced a package of long glue on nails and a bottle of super glue. She proceeded to super glue the long nails onto Terry’s fingers then paint them the same hot pink. The Whore next removed the shower cap and poured water all over Terry’s head, washing out the goo. She took the same towel and dried his hair. She held a mirror to show Terry that his long hair was now the same red.