I didn't want Chloe or any of my girls putting themselves in that kind of position again, but if I took Yvonne and Chloe with me, what about Monique? ...hat if she truly impaled herself and lay on her bed, bleeding?Chloe continued to wait patiently for me to make a decision. She had faith in me and all the things I could do. She was willing to put herself out for me because she knew, not just believed but knew, that I would not forget her. That was an incredibly high standard, and I didn't want. So, can we?" I guess, but if don't want to anymore, or if you ever want me to stop, I want you to tell me." Alright." And, do you mind me touching you like this every once and awhile, where I have my hand now?" No. I like you touching me there. You make me feel so warm inside." Well, you're very warm on the outside too, Cindy." Do you still touch Karen for her?" Yes." And, Shelly now too?" Yes, Shelly too." Well, I hope I grow big breasts soon, so that you can touch me there as well."After. The curtains in the front room weredrawn, and there was the flicker of candlelight playingon the walls. As she rounded the corner, her breathcaught in her throat.Emilia Lewis was in her late forties. A thickset womanwho battled against fat, Carly had always found thevoluptuous Mrs. Lewis to be sexy in her own way. Butwhat she saw today was a changed woman. The housewifewas decked out in leather sex gear, including thigh-high boots, garters and a bustier which cupped only thebottom of her full. She convinced me I should go. All she asked was that I was more frequent in visiting her and that I try to confront my problem,” I told him.“She’s a special woman,” Jake observed.“She is that, yes.”We rode in silence for what seemed like an hour or two, when I noticed we weren’t taking the most efficient route.“Where are we going?” I asked him.“I prefer to take the Pacific Coast Highway, it’s much more scenic,” he told me.“Doesn’t that take longer and cost more?” I asked him.“We’re two of a.