“Sure, honey buns. What flavor?” I beamed at my adorably pregnant lover, well, one of my personal bevy of concubines.“Black walnut or butter pec...n, or maybe both? I’m craving nuts as well as ice cream, I guess. Maybe even some pistachio?” Nicole pleaded with me now.“I’ll just get all three and let you sample a bit of each, babe. A good thing that we’re all doing pretty well now that we’re shacked up together. We can actually afford for me to spoil each of my dear ladies, not to mention the. He takes several photos as she poses for him, laying on the table. She rolls onto her stomach and he catches a glimpse of her labia between her closed legs. The sight gives George a new erection.As Veronica rolls over once again, he moves close and begins to massage her labia and clitoris. She’s ready for more, when Janice interrupts to say lunch is ready. George and Veronica smile at each other before they make their way out to the dining area.After a sumptuous meal of home-cooked Chinese. Yamini was wearing this jeans and a top . So he pushed Yamini towards the wall and went to unbutton her jeans, Yamini resisted saying not on the terrace where anyone from the surrounding buildings had a clear view, but her ex wouldn’t budge. He held her hands against the wall grabbed her top n pulled hard. The top buttons ripped open revealing her maroon colour bra, he went on to grab her hair and started kissing her passionately. He had a great grip on her hair so kept on pulling it every time. ”“And I’m so glad I met you, Natalie Heath.”“What’s your middle name?” she asked.“Mark. What’s yours?”“Bridget.”August 5, 1997, en route from Saint Petersburg, Russia to Chicago, IllinoisAs I wrote in my journal, with Natalie sitting next to me, just across the aisle from her parents, I contemplated everything about the trip that was now nearing its end. The revelation of Natalie’s middle name had been like a thunderclap, calling back to mind the thoughts about Birgit Andersson I’d had as I’d.