As if anyone would think this was a man. The insistent computerised rhythm was getting to me though, just the same. As it was programmed to do.A real ...an, like my Frenchman except actually here, would have lowered his lips and tongue down there, his nose perched in my pubic hair as he licks and sucks and blows my most delicate parts. As the hugger pretends to do, using some mixture of hot and cold air, and moisture to imitate a man's mouth, and his penis at the same time, reaching down inside. Sylvia wouldn't help. What about Annie? Maybe Annie knew a bit about them. If she did, I might be able to gauge what was acceptable. I didn't want this to be a big mistake.My thoughts returned to Chantelle. I was looking forward to talking with her again."Good morning Angelo," I said. The door had just closed behind me, striking its bell."Mr. Moore! So good to see you, Sir. Come in, come in." I ah, just came in to change, Angelo. I think I'll retire the suit I'm wearing." It's seen better days,. I have a little secret of myown."The waiter brings his first course and drinks for both of us.. I sneak aglance at the clock, then turn back to the captain. "Secret Sir?" Yes... it's a long story but... hmm... let me start by saying thoseclothes you are wearing, they were my wife's..."I gasp feeling a little uncomfortable, and he looks a little embarrassed."You look a lot like her as well but.. it's not like that... let meexplain." I was a naval ensign serving in the south pacific in the late. “She wants you so bad, but it sucks. I wish she didn’t because she’s my best friend. She can never know about us for sure now. Just be careful about how you flirt with her. Okay, Baby? I don’t want her hurt. I’m telling you this so that if she tries anything tonight when we are all drinking, that you’ll be somewhat prepared. I don’t want you doing anything dumb,” she smiled sweetly at me while explaining all that.“Yeah! Holy shit, though! I mean, wow! Thanks for telling me, Sis. If she does.