I could see right away this was something more complex than which restaurant we were going to on a date.“Well, good luck with that, Irene. You have ...e at a disadvantage because I thought we had something going here that meant a lot more than fancy French restaurants and unsuspected male friends called Tony.”Irene snorted in crushing derision and I knew immediately that it was truly over between us.I was being dumped before I could even reach home plate and my memories would be of her soft and. “A bit more than fifty feet,” I said. I was getting dizzy. with a 26 inch waist the whole rope was going to take 25 spins.“Well ... get the damn thing off, I’ve been a maiden as long as I care to, I’ve read the tales about the stamina of Earth Heroes ... I don’t believe a word of it but, I want some dick,” she said. “Even if you last two minutes, I want it NOW!”The last loop and the rope fell to the floor ... so did my pants. Watching her boobs bob and weave had the affect she was looking for. I was offered a drink but I politely declined and settled into the very old sofa, sinking into the cushions as if I were being slowly digested. I gripped the arm rest. Despite its age the house from what I could see from my vantage point was kept very clean. The absense of a television was almost immediate. Most of the walls were dominated by large bookcases. Curiousity got the better me and I rose and scanned the titles. The subjects they covered were multitude and made my head spin, but the. . !After she'd securely concealed Link Morgan in his strategic spot in her bedroom clothes-closet, taken a long look at the harmless appearing little sugar-cube on the serving tray, Lydia Newell entered the luxuriously furnished front-room of their ranch house with an almost evil, lust-tugging smile playing about her sensual mouth. It had occurred to her that Jean Blakely did... actually did! The voluptuous blonde delight closely resembled her ex-roommate at college... resembled her to a.