Elsie had taken her through into her big kitchen and had made a pot of tea, then sat with her as Jane spoke of her unhappiness and her fear that Tom w...s losing interest in her.'No!' Elsie had remonstrated with her, 'he can't be. You're so lovely, sweetheart. So sexy. Men would be queuing up for you. My George would be first in line given half a chance!'And Jane had laughed through her tears and hugged Elsie to her and allowed her to wipe her tears away.And then hesitatingly at first and then. From the first moment of my arrival at the International Airport in Tokyo, I could not help but notice the subtle changes in the scene around me. The influx of western travelers into the sacred city was booming in a way that I am certain the elder statesmen had never anticipated and I was just as astonished at the growing influence of foreign words, signs and style of dress on the society as a whole. The place had changed from within and from all indications there had been little resistance to. An orgasm pulsed through his body as he lapped at her sweetness. Her juices more abundant than he could swallow but he wouldn't stop until she was dry. She clutched his head and guided him to her needs. He curled his tongue around her clit, flicking at it, desperate to make her knees buckle, to know that he satisfied her. Lapping at her centre he relished the smoothness in his mouth, with his hands he caressed her buttocks pulling her further into his mouth. Gently she shook against his face. . sort of," said Kris."Sort of?" It's ridiculous and stupid and completely impossible," said Kris. "But it's what I'm writing." So write something else," suggested Mitch."I wish I could remember what I usually write about," sighed Kris."What if you usually write romance novels with completely impossible plots?" That can't be," said Kris. "If I had been doing this for a living, I would have put myself out of my misery long ago." It can't be that bad," said Mitch.So Kris told him about the plot.