You. Think. I did not write this story to please you. Arrogance aside, I wrote this story to please ME. This is, admittedly very much not a ‘standar...’ or ‘normal’ romance story, true. But, that being said, as the author, I reserve the right to do what I damn well please with it. While I adore and cherish positive feedback and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, I have no need for unappreciative comments and will simply dismiss them out of hand. I’ll not censor you if you wish to comment negatively, as it’s. My first mission was to top up the fuel tank, so we drove until we came across a petrol station where I asked the pump attendant for ten gallons, for which I paid with two one pound notes and one ten shilling note and received three shillings and fourpence in change.Beryl seemed right at home seated to my left on the Jag’s comfortable leather seat; a position which I hoped that she would be occupying on a permanent basis from now on. I don’t recall every detail about our journey, geographically. Was...amazing!" he told me as he heldme."Yeah," I agreed, "It was just what I needed." Truer words were neverspoken. Now like oxygen and nourishment, sex was a basic essential forme. I felt him wilt inside me. It was over, Miss Jane Wallace had gottenwhat she wanted, while Professor Wallace Jane was feeling incrediblybetrayed. But it was over now, I was free of the urges. But for how long?I gingerly climbed off the tall personal trainer and began the process ofgetting dressed. "That was great. "Look, I'm not going to let you do anything, ok," she said, "but I suppose you can look."With that she dropped her towel to expose her totally naked, if a little damp, body to me."My oh my," I whistled, "you sure are beautiful." Thanks," she said shyly, "does this mean you're not going to sent any mails then." I think, for now you are safe sis," I said."Can I get on?" she said, "I'm going out later I need to get ready." Sure," I said, "and thanks for showing me you beautiful body."She picked up.