He made me lie on the bed and slowly started kissing me starting with my forehead, ears, cheeks, neck, and cleavage area, belly area down my pussy, my...thighs and lastly my toes. I was so excited with his love making because he didn’t kiss me on the lips and that me hornier than ever; all this kissing he was doing was with my clothes on. At last, he started kissing me on my lips that to so gently while his other hand was removing my nighty. I was so hot and I wanted to see his penis, on the. It didn’t feel like we were avoiding the subject, exactly. Our mutual silence on the topic wasn’t due to discomfort. The emptiness had an invisible energy to it, as if there was a membrane that vibrated silently between us, forming shapes that we were both still trying to discern. I had the sense that if either of us dared to speak of what had happened the magic would disappear forever.“This?” Carrying my bowl of cereal, I walked up to the framed photo and tapped the glass. “I thought it would. "I'll give you some dick, Mrs. Simpson." said Charlie. "Just not like that."He held his hand out to Nate.Mrs. Simpson?Nate reluctantly handed Charlie a small bleached bone."Now tell me this isn't more interesting" said Charlie. "I wish she was a black 'ho named Babs, straight out of a 70's exploitation flick, with a huge 'fro and natural triple D's. I wish she believed we were really rich guys who like slumming in her neighborhood and have a reputation for paying really big."Babs got up off her. "She" was on the way to the bank, it was already late and "she" could gostraight home since "she" had the medical dispensation, but that day theanswer from "her" request would come from the matrix and "she" wanted toknow if they accepted "her" promotion to deputy manager of personalaccounts.After that first day, "Adriana" didn't avoid Ronaldo anymore. First heapproached "her" with an intimacy which bordered sexual harassment.First "Adriana" was mad at him, but quickly "she" recognized that.