“Don’t be afraid to look at me,” he pleaded in a soft voice. At that I began to softly cry. He lay off to my side and just held me close, never...letting go. * I laid there holding the woman of my dreams as she slept. In her sleep she smiled and whispered my name several times. It made my heart skip a beat when she did. The rain never let up. But eventually I had to get up to put more logs on the fire to keep my beloved warm. I thought about it, and silently took off my pants and slid in. I was concentrating on her so hard, I poured a little juice into my mouth and forgot to swallow. A bit dribbled down my chin and all down my white cotton top. Suddenly my boobs and particularly my nipples were clinging to the thin fabric. Gemma noticed and in an instant she was a mess. I thought she was going to have a panic attack. “Are you OK Gemma?” “Yes..it’s OK…I’m just. Oh fuck Danielle!” “What is it! I’ve just spilt a little juice..I…” Before I could get another word out Gemma had rushed. The clit was very tiny. This nubbin however, when stimulated, was bright red when engorged with blood. I often used mirrors in the bathroom, to play with myself, watching how it appeared to open slowly at my touch. Every imaginable movement of my fingers on it seemed to bring about a different appearance of it. With this practice, I developed a pattern to enhance it's attractiveness to me, and of course, to others.Mother no longer forced me to wear the pretty, little matching skirt, blouse and. Dr. Richards was a quicker study. While Elspeth ruminated, the Brothers Gilbert gave progress reports, occasionally supplemented by Elspeth’s notes. Michael Gilbert gave a rundown on how the house-cleaning was coming. Mitchel Gilbert went on at length about the merry-go-round and how much space it took. About halfway through, Gerald, the towering head of security came out. He had maps of the house and grounds and a schedule of deliveries and arrivals. Most pressing was the catering truck which.