She didn’t call that often, so most of our communication was still by letters. Sunday mornings was a lonely time for me, with Linda we would sleep ...n. We would normally stay in bed, she would make us a cup of tea, and we would drink it in bed. We would stay naked, make leisurely love to one another. Perhaps we would have a bath together, just hang out till the afternoon when we would go out and do something. Now by myself I would feel down, with just phone calls to relieve the loneliness. I. ” Soon it was just Joe and me. Joe looked at me and said, “Tim come over to Daddy.” I move over next to Joe and he put his arm around me and pulled me close. He tilted his head and brought his lips to mine. Joe kissed me tenderly. His tongue flicked over my lips. I opened my mouth and his tongue snaked in and intertwined with mine. We kissed for several minutes that way before Joe surprised me by sliding down to his knees. He took my now ragging hard-on in his big hand. Then he guided it to. Deciding that now was not the time for an argument, Lauren pulled her knickers down to her knees, feeling another cocktail of drugs surge through her body as Emma's hairless pussy lips came into view. Lauren could see that there was a definite swelling and the feint aroma of her sex drifted up as Lauren breathed in as deeply as she could. She turned to Emma to ask her to help a little more and saw that her eyes were closed, a look of rapture on her face as she exhaled. Emma moved briefly onto. “What do you think you would do if it happened to you?” He: watched her openly now. She swallowed, “To me?” She gave a weak little laugh. He kept his tone casual. “Yes, if someone broke in on you with a gun, and forced you to strip, and then raped you, what would you do?” “Oh, don’t say that!” She gave a little shudder, a pretend shudder. “I don’t know, I mean it would be just-just terrible!” .