She reminded Tim of the Botticelli painting, "The Birth of Venus," as she stepped out of the dress. She left everything where it was and headed down t...e hallway. "God, this feels good," she said, flexing her arms and stretching her muscles. "Bolt the door and come on back here, babe," she continued. "I'll meet you in the bedroom." Tim wasted no time getting there.As her entered the room he was struck by one of those visions he immediately hoped would be permanently engraved in his memory.She. I hadn't seen her to speak to, and there'd been no contact. Certainly there'd been no approach from Mary Black waving a shotgun around. And certainly, too, I'd had nothing but my memories, my hand and a tissue to whack off to since then. I certainly remembered the fantastic feeling I got when dumping my load in Josephine – both times. I wouldn't mind dumping my load in another girl, I had to admit.Cressida might be generously-proportioned, but she was pretty, with lots of smooth, rounded. He positions his throbbing cock at my entrance and slowly pushes himself inside me and we moan together as he starts drawing in and out, taking his time, enjoying the moment as I writhe around beneath him, closing my eyes, the pleasure almost overwhelming. His hands are stroking my hair and face as his cock keeps up the slow and sensual pace and when I open my eyes he is staring straight at me looking into my eyes as he pleasures me. Which is when I realize what he is doing, this is not are. " Rose paused, happy by the result of theconversation, but still filled with adrenaline. "Now, let's have nomore of this nonsense, ok?"John nodded.Rose opened her arms wide and invited John in for a hug, aninvitation he gladly accepted. He was so confused and upset byeverything, absolutely EVERYTHING, lately that he longed for somesolace and Rose was his favorite place to get some. He felt likecrying, but he choked that back and he just accepted her hug.But something odd happened, too..