"I'm so tired of pretending," she sighed very quietly. "And I'm sure some of my servants are in British pay."We sat thigh to thigh on a window seat, h...lding hands, and she poured out her discomfort with her way of life and her fears of the future. I consoled her with kisses and petting, arousing myself in the process until my hardness was difficult to ignore. She slipped to her knees between my legs, flipped open my foreflap and freed my raging member. She reared back as it sprang up, hand to. You're a great guy, an awesome lover and a true hero in my mind. I'll always cherish the memory of our time together as one of the high points of my life. I hope you will too."Of course, she was right and I knew it. I just didn't want to deal with the reality that she was only one episode in my life, and not something more.I grasped at a straw. "But maybe we could stay in touch, like call each other and Skype." You know I'd be interested in knowing what's going on in your life, Curtis, but not. He was too relaxed to stay tense, but it bothered him that he had used her, pretended that she was Janelle, and let him fondle her body as if she was his lover.It did not seem to bother Pinkie, however. She remained bent, kissing and stroking his softening penis. Letting him look at her half-naked body, and stroke her soft skin and smooth hair did not upset her. Calling her Janelle and coming in her mouth only made her kiss and caress him more gently and with more affection. Finally, she. She heard the same from most of her friends who had experimented. The one difference was her friend who had a much older guy for the first time. That friend described an experience that more or less mirrored hers with you. I told Birgit I was jealous and that I hoped I could find a lover like that. She smiled and told me cryptically that she thought I could, if I just looked in the right place. She wouldn’t say anything more about that, but I think we both know she must have been hatching a.