Smith. There's no reason to burden you with my real name. I think I'll call you "Lulu."I'm not a mad scientist, Lulu, but I really am a doctor. A surg...on, actually. I use state-of-the-art biotechnology in my work, and I've started to use it in my hobby. Which brings us back to you. For instance, did you know that they've isolated the chemical that makes one sensitive to pain? That's why that little slap on your bottom felt like it was being burned off with a blowtorch.The chemical was delivered. Evening found us back in the cabin enjoying a beef hash and more of Julia’s bread, all washed down with more of her friend’s wine. After dinner, Julia had some things to do so I went out and settled on the Muskoka chair in front of the cabin. As I watched the sun go down, my mind was a muddle of thoughts about the past twenty-four hours.I had never had such a wildly erotic good time with a woman before. At the same time, the thirty year age gap between us and Julia’s reclusiveness made it seem. Jacob picked up his things in preparation to leave, but there was a new vigil to observe first. He waited for a half hour, watching out the window, until Sabrina’s red Audi pulled out onto the street. Only then did he make the trek to his own car.The day before, he had found a folded piece of paper under his windshield wiper. Upon examining it, he discovered it was Sabrina’s phone number, sealed with a lipstick imprint. Already shocked and embarrassed, he received a second jolt when he. Our lips sealed together, held with passion and lust, yet the lustful cravings of sex is not there, we want something more than the act of fucking, more a bonding of friends wanting something very special. My hands running over her hips, around her, up her back, downward again until I again hold her bottom, my fingers spreading over her, then my right hand slides under and between her thighs, feeling her. My mouth becomes free from her, she sighs, I look up and see the glorious fullness of her.