How could it be easier to let strangers know than to tell me?’ ‘If you have a problem with me talking to the press, you’d better get over it.’...He knew that wasn’t the point, but he was angry. Now Lani did laugh, short and rough. ‘Is that what you think?’ She stood. Reflexively, Dom did too, although he didn’t know what he planned to do next. ‘Is that what you do? Change the subject to divert someone when they get close to the truth? Close to you?’ She shook her head. ‘I care about you, Dom. I. Then Siggy shouted, "James,you have to tell her!"I turned around and stormed back. "Tell her?" I yelled then correctedmyself, "Tell me what?"Jamie looked like she was about to die. Even under the nano skin I couldrecognise her expression. She was about to tell me something terrible.Fuck, I thought, this is it. She's been cheating on me, or she hascancer. She just stood there, not able to speak. I didn't know whetherto be mad or understanding. In the end, Siggy broke first.She took my arm.. Approaching her fifties Jo was in very good shape due to regular exercise and healthy diet. A voluptuous frame with ample breasts, a tiny waist and wide hips would classify her in the porn industry as a milf, a cougar, or a hot mature.The effect of the vodka mixed with the warm sensation of her freshly bathed body made for quite a sensual moisturising. In the ambience of the candle lit room, in front of the mirror, Jo massaged and caressed her body. Oily fingers squeezed her breasts and. As we walked side by side on the soft warm sand, we were doing the girly things that girls do together away from their guys and adults. We were engaged in the soft flirty, touchy feely, wholesomely affectionate contact, which leads boyfriends to get the wrong idea about what girls end up doing together. We were holding hands sometimes. We were nudging into hips, leaning into each other and flicking back free flowing hair. Sorry guys nothing sapphic here; it’s what girls do together. They share.