The contrast or consistency of color is all part of the eroticism. The passion that makes the pie. Apple. Blueberry. Peach or Pumpkin. The proof is in...the filling. Therese was her name. Shaped in voluptuous form that pushed the boundaries of everything. Lips almost too thick. Ass almost too big. Breasts almost too round. But they weren't. They just pushed the boundaries which is very appropriate to her everything. Her eyes were light brown pools that barely concealed her strange form of self. She slid off and turned her back to me sliding out of her skirt as she did so.“How wet are you darling? Shall I take the toy out and fuck you now?” I came up behind her and slid my fingers into her snatch extracting the bullet, “Clean it,”She took the bullet into her mouth even as I bent her at the waist and slid easily into her cunt. “I gave Grant the entry code to the back door,” I hissed as I tugged her head back to mine, “he’s going to walk in and see me fucking you like a whore, and if. . I know you all think I'm this strong, confident woman, but when you get to know me a little better, you'll find out how screwed up I am!"She turned back to Lynda. "And Lynda, I didn't run to you that time because I really didn't want ANYONE else to know about it—and not because I was afraid you'd blab. I just knew you would've wanted details and I didn't want to tell anyone the details ... I wanted it to stay just between him and me."But Ward Bond knew a lot of the details ... Diana felt like. ‘Your clothes … I mean, what happened to the cut-offs?’ Now it was Joelle’s turn to give an account of the last fifteen years. She described the turmoil of coming to a decision: Should she let herself love Nick? He’d been nineteen, she thirty … She was wild and tempestuous, whereas Nick was quieter, more serious-minded … They were incompatible, she’d decided, in the long run the difference in age and their attitudes … She told of her marriage to George, a hard working Greek-Australian with a.