She leaned over to Jennifer and whispered, "You know, I just had a really weird flashback." Yeah?" We have over twenty women and twenty men in this ro...m now. Isn't it amazing they're not firing guns at each other?" Ha! I know what you mean. The gender just doesn't matter here... Yeah, it is still amazing..." Jennifer looked up and smiled timidly at Kahn who was walking toward them. He sat down in a chair next by Jennifer."We'll be starting in just a minute. How are you both feeling?"Jennifer. And now, this gift or curse had fallen on me.Home again, I saw Kylie enjoying another sunny day lounging in the garden. My cock, well engorged now since I had not come for at least three hours, urged me to take a closer look but I was very firm with myself. I went straight to the bedroom and wanked copiously. This reduced to a manageable level my fascination with Kylie's massive charms and allowed me to get on with business; I needed to make a couple of calls, then I could resume the unpleasant. I checked my makeup, smudged of course, a little dried/drying cum spot needs attention. I applied fresh lippy, mascara and powder my nose. Some dried cum in my hair remains, I leave it there, as a naughty badge of courage. I need a little help standing at first, wobbly, still dizzy from orgasm, orgasm’s, whatever, I lost count. After gathering my purse I approach Thompson to thank him for watching over me. He kisses my cheek, says it was his pleasure and hopes it will be again sometime, with. I was bright, light-hearted, and filled with ideas and notions that I’d only once dreamed about. There was a moment of intimacy, a shared kiss, so soft and light that it could have been imagined had it not been for the butterflies that fluttered their delicate wings in my belly…the frantic race of my pulse at her nearness… and the sheer joy of knowing that she wanted me. And she knew that I wanted her. I wanted her more than my next breath. I wanted her more than the reality of the world around.