Come play with me.My hips follow these fingers with the intimacy of entwined dancers.I sigh, moan. I arch my bottom high off the bed. My pussy is over...helming radiant heat and damp and that intoxicating perfume of arousal permeates the air.I hear myself beginning to pant and I am close to becoming lost in it all and… I don’t care any more.I feel you shift, drawing closer to me, your legs trapping mine. Your lips nuzzle just under my ear and your hand continues.Realizing you’re awake, I panic.. But now he had gone, and Miranda, for the first time in ages, was truly alone...The evening was quiet and peaceful, and more than a little bit lonely for Miranda, and she worried that it was a forerunner of how she would cope with Peter's absence.Peter had always lived his own life, with his own friends and interests; pretty much as she did, but Miranda hadn't realised how much she had grown accustomed to his presence in the home – even when he wasn't even there!She realised that Peter wouldn't. You know? I haven't felt this excited to seesomeone in a long time. Oh, shit! What about my friends and family? Isthis something I want them to find out about? I'd be shunned from familyget-togethers from now on. They'll whisper and tell their c***dren notto talk to the "queer". No, I can't do that. I can't live like that. Ihave to find an escape or hope he wasn't serious about meeting me.For the second time today, the restroom serves as my sanctuary underweird circumstances. Pulling. Elizabeth was a passable seamstress, but as she had previously been dirt poor, her potential customers didn’t have much money, either.One upside of the whole situation was Henrietta, the maid, attempting to capitalize on her new situation. Henrietta had the average dose of avarice that most human beings seem to be imbued with. Her upbringing had taught her that men held the reins of power, so she just naturally thought Jack held the key of access to their wealth. She set about using what all.