"What the hell is she talking about?" I heard Gwen ask, just before I closed the door. It was a short walk to my own apartment.I should have been angr..., but instead I found it amusing. I wondered how long it would take Cheryl to bring Gwen over, or if she could. It was all smoke and mirrors with Gwen. To her nothing was real. After all her whole live was about Illusion. Yes it really was all smoke and mirrors to her.Since I had already had dinner, and I wasn't going to be playing house, I. Allies, conspirators, Gayle and Bill adjusted to the strange bed until they were both satisfied. Then, Bill started his stroke.He was slow and thrusting deep. She could feel how it would be in her cunt, and it would be exciting. Gayle actually felt it, and Gayle became excited. Val felt her own lips swelling with the moisture seeping over them. When Gayle’s expression turned serious this time, Val did not worry for her. Instead, she rejoiced for her.Val had been fairly new as Gayle’s roommate. Just the two of us, able to share our love and our bodies with each other without interruptions. So last week I went online and booked a sweet little cottage about 100 miles away. It is in the woods by a lake in a secluded place where there are only a few other cottages. Otherwise, it is completely isolated with no telephones and no television so we have all the time we need to play. I have packed a few new sexy little outfits that I know you will like for when we go out dinner, and several. H.Evans, ("Yes, Modom would like this chemise? and will she berequiring the 'drawers' to match?"), As a stand-in waitress at a localhotel in Newbury during which I heard the hilarious story from theporter, - of a 'waitress' in a 'frilly pinny' who had dropped a trayfull of soup in a customer's lap, and who, in a deep voice passed themost obscene expletive imaginable. I assumed he had failed the course andwould be despatched to the front pronto, although I decided the porterwas probably already.