As the lusting brunette felt the tingles shoot through her moistly sucking channel, shegroaned again. There was only one thing to do and she had to do...it beforesomething even more drastic happened. She would have to give in and do that sinfulthing again to her own body. She’d have to pretend that a man was fucking her.There was no other way to stop the traitorous action of her body.With a jerking motion, Gail’s fingers shot down to her squirming cuntal slit and sweptover the cock-starved. And no, he's not from work," she rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whatever gave you that asinine idea, completely baffles me."Dylan leaned back in his chair, clearly satisfied by the extraction of her confession."Well," he said smugly, "if he's not from work, then where did you meet this guy?" Bookstore," she lied smoothly. "Apparently, we both enjoy reading Safran Foer."He scoffed at her answer. "Look at you, dating some hipster from the bookstore," he said mockingly. "Does he wear skinny jeans. Amazingly, she agreed! In typical female fashion she took forever before selecting one—a rather conservative two piece. She took my arm, and we walked the few blocks to the hotel and went up to my room, where we changed and then went to the pool. She was stunning in her suit which showed off her figure well. We splashed in the pool, hugged, and since no one else was there we even kissed and my hands roamed over her body. She didn’t object, kissed me back, nibbled on my lips, and. ” She raised a leg into the air, long, milky white, and ran a finger down it before settling it back into the hot water again. “Musicians will forever be attractive, my love. And mastering an instrument expands the mind in powerful ways. Learn to play one.”“I will I will.” Procrastination was easy when he was alive. It was twice as easy now, with eternity for a lifespan. “But, uh, Beatrice is visiting him?”“She is visiting the lounge. I assume she is speaking to him, but I have not informed my.