Those Capri pants and vest, hermake up and jewellery, I just remember thinking back to it and evenafter the most explosive release ever! Feelings and...stirrings I sodidn't expect to be able to feel again so soon!!!! The strange thing though, after such an amazingly frantic build up andcomplete release was the fact all I wanted to do was get back into myjeans, t-shirt and trainers?! The guilt that flooded through me forthinking the way I did, feeling the way I did. I just wanted to showerand. She seemed to be taking the heat better. It might not be her nudity but it really didn’t matter. We worked right along. At the end of each aisle Miss Amore would come down the ladder allowing me to kiss her ass. I would move the ladder to the next aisle and go all the way to the far end. Then Miss Amore would climb up, let me kiss and lick her pussy, then climb up the rest of the way and get started again. We did almost twice as many shelves this time.When she came down she asked me to come to. Turning the light back off naked she walked across her apartment and into the kitchen. There followed the usual routine she followed most mornings: turn on the Nespresso machine; grab a mug; grab a coffee pod; and once the lights stop flashing press it once, and then a second time. The coffee machine still doing its thing she headed back to her bedroom, grabbing the clothes from the floor and throwing them into the laundry bin as she opened one of her drawers, pulling out a black, mid-thigh. Those long awaited creative ideals were again his to bring to life and they were on a constant stroll through his thoughts. His eyes glanced at her, she focused looking out the window. She even had an amazing profile. It had been a while that he had done a side profile, not since book three, Paulette. His grin broadened as his eyes again looked forward. Inside Grenio’s, Victor Hardway was excitedly greeted by the proprietor, he an obvious regular and likely the most famous to have been in.