Put fifty thousand down and theFirm will loan you up to seven hundred fifty thousanddollars. What do you think, Chris? Can you put downfifty thousand ...n a house? Hell, I’ll personally loanyou the fifty thousand down payment. We want you andyour pretty blonde wife in the group so much.”Chris was still dumb-founded. He couldn’t believe hisown ears. Here his boss was talking about the owner ofthe Firm where he worked wanting to have sex with hiswife, Jennifer. Chris had never before thought. He licked her and toyed with her pussy and clit with his fingers like that . . . for several minutes until he could hear Ellie's breathing become ragged and her body began to rock back and forth against him rhythmically. He took hold of her hips in his hands and buried his tongue as deep into her as he could as the little girl climaxed. Her squeals and moans filled the room as he held his face against her.Brad gently ran his hand all over Ellie's naked tush and back while she caught her breath.. . It was corny and old-fashioned, but it expressed her deepest longings.Prof awarded her an A-, and what mattered more, third place in the competition. She had won the opportunity to present her case before a national audience.Responses began to trickle in. The trickle became a flood. Beth had a stack of over 200 letters in front of her. All were from men who claimed to be dying to meet her... or, more accurately, dying to meet the woman she had represented herself as.Prof encouraged her to. Everyday we talked, we found the limit of our hopes, anecdotes, and knowledge. I fell into contented sleep each night, knowing that we had discussed every memory, every feeling, and every thought. Every day I was amazed to discover that I had new thoughts and feelings to share with her. We explored memories together that had been long forgotten. We investigated new ideas and fantasies. One or the other of us always had a new question to ask, a new story to tell, a new idea to discuss.Our.