'Me neither,' he says then reaches for my breasts and squeezes them through the thin cotton, rubs thumbs across my nipples.Despite myself, I immediate...y feel aroused and he grins when my nubs thicken. I moan a little around his cock and reach between my legs, rub my bush, my glistening gash, fingers getting wet with pee, then rub higher, press on my bud, moan around his cock again.'Yeah,' he says in a tone that I recognise with a little thrill. 'You are such a slut!' I shudder at the word, moan. I must say that in those days we, along with a lot of other people smoked to excess. These days that is not so, Emma and I both gave it up in 1982. The first night we were in the house everyone wanted to go swimming and we spent from about 7:30pm to 9:00pm or so in and around the pool with the kids. After the kids went to bed, we sat out on the patio drinking iced tea. About 10:00pm my wife, Emma, and I went skinny-dipping. We both commented how good it felt. I really liked the water flowing. .That he was truly Burt. He was living Burt's life.Up until the day before, Ann had believed that it was all a game - thathe was pretending to live Burt's life, but the reality of being thrown inthe stocks had brought it all home to him. Until the real Burt returnedfrom London in his rightful body - until Ann could retrieve the amuletand swap back - he really was Burt.And he was completely constrained by the limits of Burt's life;completely controlled by the whims of the quality.Tears welled in. He slowed and I thought he might give me release, but this was just the second movement of his concerto. The slow, full and caressing entrances into me elicited shattered breathes laced with broken moans caught half way in my throat. His cool fingers embarrassed my sides as he pulled my body tighter to him and paused, dramatically, at the end of me bringing more convulsing and wavering breath. I looked up at him, unable to speak, and pleaded with my eyes to end this delicious torture. With a.