I knocked on her door.The door swung open and there she was: more beautiful than ever. Her blonde hair was longer than before. It hung past her should...rs and was parted in the middle with a new added frizz. She had on sleek black pants and a soft tan sweater. The outfit clung to her curves and the sweater came down to just below her waist to rest on her butt. “Well, what a surprise! Rob’s on time!” she joked.I said, “That’s because I don’t have Jill with me!”We laughed and she ushered me in, we. He hissed out a breath and moved his lips to her neck. She smiled to herself at his reaction. Fair’s fair, she thought. Simon wanted her. He wanted to kiss her, touch her, feel her shake while he made her come. Her hand on his body was driving him crazy, her touch so soft and a little uncertain. He broke away for just a moment, removing his shirt and hers before she could react, and then carefully pressed her back down on the bed, kissing her all the while. ‘Simon . . . ‘ she whispered. He. I woke up to Madeline rubbing my chest and pinching my tiny, but erect, nipples. Raised up on her left arm, she looked down at me and smiled. “How was that for relief?” “Oh my love, it was incredible! You never did that for me before, and you sure know how!” I exclaimed enthusiastically, smiling back. “Well I don’t want reveal all my secrets at once,” she said smiling broadly. I loved it when her eyes smiled. “There has to be some mystery.” “If that is the result, I am certainly game for. He glanced on the table by the window at the mail there, Gloria Ketcham was the name on the mail, he muttered to himself, 'Nice to fuck you, Gloria.' He was a despicable man, having taken advantage of some twenty women in his twenty eight year life. His mother had started it all, she had been a devout woman, always preaching how wrong and dirty sex was and how men should just jack off and leave women alone. His father had gotten her pregnant and then left town, she never dated after that, found.