I glided my hands down past the waistband of my panties as I imagined his body over mine. I gently rolled my erect nipples between my fingers as I con...inued to construct the sick, little fantasy of a passion I will never know. But I played it through anyway. I wanted to finish it and I needed to. My body would not let me ignore it especially after these past weeks of loneliness.I trailed my fingers over the wet opening of my slit as I dreamt of his sex pressed against mine. My hand pressed. She pulled her two companions closer on each side of her as they walked down the path.Toto, trotting along at Dorothy's heels, suddenly ran in front of them, excitedly barking at something in the forest."Rooooar!" A lion burst out of the forest ahead of them. "Growwwwl!" he snarled."Roar? Growl?" Dorothy stood akimbo. "Is that the best you can do?" I didn't scare you?" the Lion asked.Dorothy shook her head."I didn't think so." The Lion shook his head sadly. "I've never been able to get that. We had been seeing each other now for some 4 or 5 months, and it was now or never. I drove up the gravel drive to my place and we walked hand in hand up the paved way to my front door. My heart was pounding as I knew what i was going to do, what I was going to show her and say to her, and wondered what her reaction was going to be.She plonked herself on the sofa and I poured the wine.“Helen, do you think there is anything odd about me when we are in bed?” I put it bluntly.“Only that you are a. He was smirking. Clearly he knew a whole lot more than I thought he maybe should know. But, life being what it was, I decided not to make a big deal out it. It was clear to me that Jane and Stacey shared pretty much everything.“Uh-huh,” I said, and now I frowned, my mental decision to be pragmatic notwithstanding.“Oh, don’t get your tail feathers all in an uproar. Yeah, Stacey and Jane have been friends since Jesus was young; they share everything, deal with it,” said Ronald, not quite laughing.