She worships my cock as she brings me closer to orgasm.But I'm getting away from my story here.The following is the text along with input and thoughts...as it played out.She has since moved away so we text as well as occasionally meet up when she come back to visit every once and awhile.This is the text I started with her."When I see you I will kiss you deep and with intense passion." I love kissing her, her passion when we kiss is out of this world!"Then I will put my hands on your shoulders and. I should have remembered to bring my decoder ring. That could do the trick.The less I learned, the more optimistic Robert ‘Bobsy’ Atwater seemed to become. I mean he still has the social graces of a warthog, but he was encouraging, “I know you’ll get there, Winter. Have you looked into that gene mutation of the nematode worm?”Maybe I had insulted warthogs.There was a sudden flurry of gossip regarding organ replacement. Rumors of an experiment on a man, not a naked fucking mole-rat, where organ. I'm not leaving."He could hear the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. He tried to pull his hands loose, but the harder he pulled, the tighter the knot got. He was still struggling when she reappeared."You don't trust me much, do you, Michael? I told you I wasn't leaving. Now quit doing that before you cut off the circulation to your hand."She set the pile of things she'd been carrying on the floor. Then, deftly, she readjusted the tie on his left arm where his hand was beginning to. While Penelope’s expert fingers lubricated Charlotte’s cunt, she was considering that, yes!, this was the first time with a woman. She’d always considered herself a lesbian, but one who’d always loved women from a distance. And now, as Penelope’s tongue descended down her body to join her exploring fingers at the vagina, she was now to know what it was really like. In some ways it was like making love with a man, but the smells were different, the body was different and the expectations were.