"You sure know how to hurt a guy."Henry ushered Ann into the living room and sat down with her on the couch. "You're looking a lot better than the las... time I saw you in that bath towel." He said."Oh." She said. "Was I wearing a bath towel when you peeked in?"Henry looked blank for a second, opened his mouth to say something then snapped it closed with a click. He sat back and chuckled.Jack chimed in. "You might as well give up Henry. You're not going to get one up on that lady. She'll cut you. "Tanya brought the good stuff!" she said, and set them down, running out the door again.I turned back to Tanya."We usually just play and see what happens," I told her.Tanya nodded."I just want to get fucked, hard and deep," she said to me. "You were so nice last weekend, but I don't want nice. I want someone to take control, like I did with Shari."Damn, my cock was going to burst out of my pants."I just don't like to push, you know?" I told her.She smiled at me, her darkly made up blue eyes. "Let me sit on your face darling" as her wet pussy plops on his toung. We start to kiss and continue grinding on him. "FUCK BABE, your so good. And you're naughty girl for fucking my boyfriend." We get off the couch and take it to the bedroom. We push him on to a chair infront of the bed and we crawl into it. He sits there with his dick in his hand, as we play. "Look at those perky tits" as I put one in memy mouth. I get on top of her, and start nibbling. He starts to jerk his dick and I can. See you at six.” And with that, she was gone.Catherine sat at the table, scribbling furiously as she chased the germ of the story, writing phrases, sentences, even paragraphs. The words flowed seamlessly through her pen onto the cool crisp sheets of her notebook.By lunchtime, she was happy. She flicked through the pages, reading it almost as if it had been written by somebody else. She pulled her battered laptop onto the table and began transcribing her notes. Her ex had always laughed at her.