Curious me. Let’s see...Oh. My. God!LYNETTE?? Lynette likes this stuff ‽‽ My sweet, innocent church-lady little sister likes this stuff‽‽ He...e, I felt guilty all that time, taking care of youknowwhat all by myself, and Lynette LIKES this stuff? Then I remembered one night at home, when Mom let her have a slumber party with some girls from Youth Group, and I heard them giggling about something in the Bible. I looked up a couple of places they were shushing each other about, and Sure enough! One. " Arabella tossed the note and its envelope on a table. "I guess she'll call or come over."After reading and discarding the note, Arabella stretched. Simon although he still had a worried look on his face, couldn't help noticing how her breasts pressed against her thin white cotton dress.She swept her hair up, holding it off her neck. "Damn, I'm hot and sticky."Simon smiled, appreciating her double entendre, but his mind was still wrapped up in worry.Seeing that he was still in a funk, Arabella. Irgendwann hatte er mich so weit - oder war ich so weit und auch neugierig darauf, wie er wohl reagieren wird, wenn ich ihm nicht nur von einer Freundin, Arbeitskollegin oder einer flüchtigen Bekanntschaft erzähle?An den Abend erinnere ich mich noch sehr genau: er hatte mir die Hände gefesselt, die Augen verbunden, und ich lag vor und unter ihm, während er mit meinem Delfin-Vib an mir spielte. Max liebt es, wenn ich nicht ganz nackt bin, sondern noch ein Shirt oder Top anhabe, und meine Hose. With them it is ego, not sex. It’s a power trip to know that they can dominate another person, and I’m not in to other people’s power trips. The female in that coupling is merely a convenient orifice for the male’s member. Any available orifice would do. Andrew wasn’t like that at all. With him it wasn’t about power, it was about need. He needed me. No other woman in the world would have been capable of filling that need. Just me. Well, maybe Dee Dee. But he knows the difference. He’s the only.