Once my juices start flowing, I won't want to stop. Will you be able to deal with it, with your wife being taken by another man, a stranger," she aske...."I think so, yes," I replied.Chapter 2The theater was a short drive from the hotel and after paying for our tickets, we entered the darkened theater. It was very hard to see, but her perfume seemed very intense in the dimness. I held her hand and we slowly walked to the second row of seats from the back. I entered ahead of her and sat in the. She steps out of her tights, and I pick up the tangle of nothingness, bunching the compressed material to my face and inhaling the sweetness of Cora: her signature fragrance, Daisy by Marc Jacobs mingling with her female-animal essence. I step away and walk to a small chair set to one side of the room, sit and nurse my trophy.When Cora climbs onto the bed, all tenderness abandons the room. She straddles the girl's head and lowers her hips onto her face. The last I see of Abbi's features are her. And since the owner of that flat lived in another city, I used to visit her very often. Even the boyfriend of other girls would come and spend all night there. Although, we had hardly got any chance to get intimate till that time (our relationship was of 2 years at that time) but we both wanted that desperately. So on my lucky day, there was me with her sitting on her bed with no one else in the flat.We both were pretty excited as it was the first moment when we were alone in a room and knew. " By 'eck, they do talk summat queer down South." She said."'Appen they do." My Northernspeak brought a smile of fellow linguistic recognition to her face.During this exchange Cynthia and Tony had re-joined the group, and Cynthia suggested we walk to the end of the pier and use the telescopes at the end to see how far the sea had retreated.She glanced at her wrist watch. "The tide turns about six o'clock and takes several hours to cover the entire beach." She gave Tony a flirtatious look. "But.