"Sign here and then date there love," Lenny instructed her. His use offamiliarity with her was infuriating, but she wanted the money and shewasn't goi...g to call him out on it. She signed both copies of thecontract and then put the current day's date next to her signaturewithout reading the detail."Lovely jubbly!" Lenny mimicked Del Boy's catch phrase from thetelevision. It seemed the man had modelled himself on his TV idol. "Doyou want me to count out all the dosh or do you trust me love?". On the screen was a photograph of an attractive brunette, below which was an entry Fen had posted on her Facebook page some weeks before: “Today I remember with gratitude Claire Prebble, née Williams, my partner in life and love, who died on this day two years ago.” Elsewhere was another post with a photograph taken some fifteen years earlier. It showed Fen together with a taller, strikingly-featured woman (more handsome than pretty), who looked about the age Gemma was now. They stood side-on. When Bob arrived to pick her up, Gail realized they had similar taste in clothes. Both chose sweaters and slacks but, then she thought what else would you wear this time of year? At least they weren't matching outfits. She always hated seeing men and women dressed alike. He had a Nordic print sweater over tan slacks; she'd chosen a black turtleneck over dark blue slacks. They had similar taste, but with a different touch.They had dinner at an Italian restaurant, where over pasta and Chianti. ”As soon as I pulled my fingers out, he shoved three of his inside me. They were bigger, filled me more and I gasped.“Oh, please.” I wasn't even sure what I was pleading for. Let me cum? Fuck me? Use me? The last thought was disturbing, but all thoughts were replaced by feeling, by a kind of instinct and need.Tentatively he pushed his cock in my mouth and I took the cue, closed my lips firmly around it and sucked. With one hand I reached for his balls, massaged and squeezed them gently.I heard.