She is maybe not as confident as this account may suggest and it was only that she had planned every aspect that allowed her to proceed with apparent ...ase. A soft porn movie was playing on the TV and we all made out as if to watch it, while we were really just waiting to get things started. I asked Howard if he enjoyed himself on his last visit. He smiled and said he couldn’t remember ever having a better time. I told him I was very pleased that Jan had come straight up to me when he had left. Her dark brown hair waspulled up into a lovely chignon and her lips, deeply carmined, shonewetly in the soft light that crept into the room through the half drawnwindows. Her dress, instead of her usual black maid's dress was a lovelyday dress in wafting, fine, almost sheer silk, dove grey in colour andvery feminine. She looked eminently desirable and very, very sexy. Shesmiled at me and, as I realised that she could see my feminine guise, Itried to slide deep under the covers, but, at my. Imprecise at first, he’s simply satisfying a need. It’s not elegant. But it doesn’t need to be. This is for him. Her noises: louder. Less coherent. Her movements, such as her shitty-but-effective straight-rope-mess will permit her- more wriggly.Why does her brain want to get away from this source of undoubted pleasure, albeit inflicted as opposed to nurtured onto her? As much as the pain from his open, rapid, palm? Maybe more so.As if on cue, he utters:‘Don’t you fucking dare.’‘Don’t you. She asked if I would share your pain.”She sighed. “Oh, Harry – you have no idea, do you?”“What do you mean?”“Harry – immortals, like Viviane – you need to be careful what you give them. She doesn’t like men very much. Ah, well. No use worrying now. Come on, let’s go inside.”They got to their feet, and as she turned to head indoors, he wrapped his arms around her from behind, caressing the baby bump. She gave a sigh of satisfaction and leaned back against him.Dawn, midwinter, and it’s time to be.