How..."I remember you told me how she looks like a combination of you and Maggie. She has Maggie's build with your hair and eyes."I told him that ... ...eah I must have ... yeah sure I did ... I can't remember when but I do remember telling him now. "Abbey would love to. She always feels like me and Maggie leaver her out." She does look like a cross between us. She is probably an inch shorter than us. Little more rounded version of Maggie with bigger breast. Longer hair than Maggie's even, at. It was a new experience for Samantha and Janet wanted to ensure it was memorable for all the right reasons. The pain was a by-product. Intense lovemaking was the prize.Samantha dissolved into a crying blubbering child-like persona. The pain was awful yet she didn’t want it to stop. It hurt crazily but just as Janet had explained with the pain came swirls of flutters around her vagina. Not the same type of flutters as she got with finger or tongue sex but better. Much better in fact. The spanks. I apologised for making her feel uncomfortable and she quite sincerely told me, “Don’t give it another thought. We were both turned on and almost did something silly. No harm, no foul, but you should go.”My place was only two blocks away, so I was home in a matter of minutes. I wanted to speak to Shamita and make sure everything was cool, so I picked up the phone and called. She answered immediately and I said, “Shamita, it’s me…I just wanted to call and make sure there’s no major problem about. While we ate the sandwiches and chips, we talked about our lives."How old you are?" Anna asked."I am thirty-five," I responded."I be twenty-nine," she offered.There was a few years age difference, but not so much as to cause a problem.I told her that I was divorced. She seemed surprised at that bit of information. I learned that she had married young, but her husband had been killed in Kosovo.She asked me, "Is true that people are more important in your country than military equipment?"I was.