Even your tiny denim shorts have become appreciably darker in the rain that has now become a downpour. Turning toward you I release your hands and, p...acing my hands on either side of your face, kiss you passionately on the lips, my tongue exploring your mouth and tangling with your tongue. Although we’re thoroughly soaked, I can still smell a trace of your perfume on your soft neck. I follow the scent, kissing down gently past your throat and toward the V of your blouse which I unbutton as I. She held it until it began to subside then pushed it back into my trousers, I quickly did the zip up and all was back to normal. She got off before me, I tried to catch her eye as she left but she looked away, I followed behind her down the platform, her skirt was covered in spunk, some of it still running down it; I was really puzzled but imagine my surprise when I guy tapped me on the shoulder and asked me if I was doing anything that evening; the penny dropped it wasn’t his hand but hers, I. Amelia had to laugh at this. “No, no, sissy. You’ll get no such quarter from me. I am sympathetic though, Gina baby, honest,” she cooed, “I’ve brought you a little gift today.” She reached into her purse again and withdrew a brand new, 8-inch, realistically painted dildo and placed it gently against Gina’s lips. Gina’s eyes widened and she didn’t move a muscle, especially not to look away from the dildo. She was visibly frightened—Amelia knew that Gina had never expected things to go this. Instead of Kisses, the string held only little tinfoil bow-ties. Now it was her turn to grin.The nightstand drawer came all the way out. The Hershey bar wrapper was still taped in place to the bottom, but the foil-wrapped bar was gone. Likewise, the Heath bar wrapper was taped to the back. I eliminated all other drawers from my list of hiding places. Her grin widened.In the bedroom closet, I patted the pockets of various coats, stowed now until more appropriate weather. Jeanine had been there.