I promise I have never done anything like that before,” Rachel said. “What do you mean writing?” she asked.“Its an exercise we use to help peo...le get their feelings or thoughts out,” Chrissy answered.“You mean like a journal or diary?” Rachel asked.“No, not exactly. Its more like role playing with yourself. It’s a little hard to explain in technical terms, but the basics is you write stories about yourself in different fantasies. Like you are going to space to save the planet or you are a. Each time, I'd just give her a hug and go back to sleep, usually aware that my hand was gently cupping a breast, ass, or pussy. About five-thirty, I woke up to the delightful sensation of my left nipple being nibbled, sucked, and licked. My cock was being lightly stroked. I raised a hand to the unmistakable tangle of red hair just below my chin."Elaine?" I whispered."Oh good. You're awake." She wiggled around and ripped open a condom package, rolling on my cock quickly. Then she straddled me. He hada bit of makeup on, nothing fancy just enough to smooth and darken hiscomplexion, plus some clear lipstick to emphasize the fullness of hislips. Yes, he looked the part and that excited him instantly. He wasabout to fulfill a long standing dream though the way everything happenedwas not at all as he was planning it.He left the bathroom and found Juanita already in the front door of theirmodest apartment gesturing at him, "Come girl, the van is already here, Ican hear the engine going."She. They had stayed at the bar-restaurant for the last three hours, with the two girls getting more and more drunk, picking up a collection of people who had joined them that Richard and Benjamin knew, until a small impromptu welcoming party to England had erupted with much laughter and the drinks flowing all around, and Suzanne who was in her element putting on a loud boisterous show of flirting and holding court. Misha had nursed a couple of beers all night, keeping the drinking down, knowing he.