Good ones. I could put one on, if you want to sample it." Uh, no, that's okay. I have to go. I'll just buy this." Jen reached for her purse, but then ...uickly realized that in her nervousness she had left it in her car. "Oh, damn, I don't have my purse." That's okay," the man said. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder. "We can work something out." Jen was stunned that the man was so bold to touch her. Is he propositioning me? The man took Jen's silence as permission to touch her. His. Tom had delayed as long as he could but by the time Elly had played with his mind, showed him that oh-so-sweet dress in Duvalls window and made him walk the streets until he broke - she felt him physically wilt - she knew he'd soon be falling into the darkness she had inhabited for so long. God, she looked so fine in front of the mirror and even Tom had to agree that no one in this city would think she was anything but Miss Real. She stepped out into the night, swinging her hips and pouting. ‘I’ve never.’‘Oh, yes you can,’ he contradicted, and bent in to kiss me, letting my legs down. He thrust a few more times and then pulled out of me.‘What?’ I said weakly, in protest. ‘Why?’‘If I go much longer that way I’ll explode before we’ve had our fun,’ he explained. ‘Will you ride me?’‘With pleasure.’ Eager, I scrambled to get up, and he lay back in the sheets as I straddled him. Second-guessing myself, I backed off for a moment and pressed a kiss to the crown of his manhood before. ” “Love you too.” Janice said just as Katie entered the dinning room. “Was that daddy?” She asked. “Yeah he’s not going to make it. They cancelled some flights and he’s stuck.” “Oh. I guess it doesn’t matter if I change or not,” she said. She was wearing a long white tee shirt like the one her mother was wearing. Neither of them wore anything under them. Like mother like daughter she thought. She was right in more ways than she knew. Katie at fourteen years old looked almost exactly as Janice.