It mingled with mytongue, entwined, penetrated, retreated, penetrated again. Ifollowed it back out into her mouth and tasted its sweetness. Ifelt he... lift her right hand, and one of her fingers gently touchedthe corner between our pressed lips, then smoothly entered into thewarm double cavity formed by our locked mouths. It probed mymouth, the space between my cheek and teeth, then retreated intohers with both our tongues, almost like a third small tongue. Thetaste of her finger was. His verdict is that I have developedexceptionally well in a few months. The next step is to be our firstmeeting - we shall book a hotel room halfway between his place andmine. I'll get there first and change and he will then turn up to view hississy creation. But that is on hold at the moment owing to the current health crisis.About a year ago another dominant man has entered my life. Once again an Internet meeting but very soon a date was made and he duly showed up. On hismotorbike. In his. When i was like 18 we talked quite open and he told me quite honest how much he liked her.When i was about 20 i just had my first little apartment and ran in to Otillia on the street, i told her about it and she said she'd like to see it, so i said yeah and took her home. When i showed her the terrace she looked down from the balcony to the garden below and i stood behind her. I didn't see an upskirt, but a lot. She turned her head back and talked to me like that, knowing what she was showing. The man had lost most of the crown jewels of England. I felt well enough to do a little time diving, and some scuba diving as well. Nothing like swimming for 'lost treasure' to get one interested in a little history. Who knows, I might even spend a little time there visiting the area.Not in the vicinity of the Avery-Smythes, though. No, they were living in another part of England, and would not be anywhere near the area I would be visiting. Of course, they were staunch loyalists, and might have.