"It's your girlfriend!" Oh?" my mother asked, interested at the sound of that. "I didn't know you had a girlfriend, Dennis." Brat," I yelled as I hurr...ed to the phone. "I don't have a girlfriend. Hello?" I said as I picked up the receiver."Hey, Dennis. It's Courtney, your non-girlfriend." I wanted to die, I couldn't believe she'd heard, but she laughed."Ugh. Sorry about that." It's okay. Hey, the reason I called is I wondered what you were doing this weekend." Nothing," I said without thinking.. Since my experience with women was mostly limited to my spouse, I was blissfully ignorant of my growing dependence on Rachel, and tender feelings toward her. ‘How ’bout some coffee?’ I asked one morning, maybe a week later, and led her into the house. While I was brewing it, she wandered about, finally ending up in the music room. I heard the first few tinkles on my grand piano, which hadn’t been touched in over a year, then – suddenly – the whole house reverberated with the glorious sounds of. I turned my head to watch her as she started with my legs, as she came up each leg to the top of my thighs to my bottom, she made several tentative strokes between my cheeks and the upper inside of my legs. As she moved up my body she moved up the bed and as she started on my back she strategically position herself so I got the first touch of her skin. Very nice it was too.After my shoulders she did my arms, having to change sides of the bed to do so. This she did but climbing over me while. Returning to Psyche’s room he leaned against the doorframe and waited for his daughter to come out of the bathroom. When Psyche came out, he asked, the concerned father again ‘How do you plan to collect the wool? The Dals are very ferocious sheep plus with the mating season going on it’s not going to be an easy task to fulfill.’ Getting into bed Psyche fluffed up her pillows and before snuggling in she said ‘I don’t know what I’m going to do but I do no what I’m not going to do which is shoot.