He turned around and got into bed.“No jimjams mate?” I asked.“Never wear them” he replied. “Hope you don’t mind”. I told him that was ok...y and we turned away from one another.The more I tried to sleep, the more I thought about Marc lying next to me wearing just a pair of tight cartoon briefs. I tried desperately to rid my mind of the lad sleeping with me. Didn’t work so I turned around towards him. As I did so, he turned onto his front, face away from me.It was a warm evening and he’d pulled. You know I had thought it wouldn’t surprise the young writer who told America on TV she was scared of horses was very likely one day set a novel on a horse ranch. The only surprise to me is it’s come so soon.’ ‘Why didn’t you say something on that night after our TV interview?’ ‘Because darling it is best for a novelist to choose her or his own storyline because they’ll then have complete ownership and love everything about their new novel sooner and possibly more completely.’ ‘God Celeste, you. She cried loud ” Leave me you son of a bitch”But I was in no mood to leave her. I brought her hands together above her and caught them with my single hand. With my free hand, I opened her blouse. She tried to resist. She had worn a black bra. I pressed them and started sucking them. Then I tore her bra and her pink nipples delighted me. I kissed them and touched them with my tongue. She gave a jerk. Her nipples were erect and but still soft. I started biting them. I played with them for a. My fingers inched towards the crack of her ass but I did not make a move to probe between her cheeks, but I did run my fingers down her cleft admiring the curve of her ass, “I wish my ass was a beautiful as yours,” I whispered in her ear, “and I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but I wish my breasts were as beautiful as yours.”We were face to face, whispering to each other in the afterglow of our mutual orgasms. I must admit that in the past I generally cleaned up after sex and drifted off to.