‘There is a fork in the road of friendship that either keeps going on to friendship or turns to love.’ ‘There’s an earlier fork that turns int... a dead end.’ ‘There is, but I think we passed that on Friday, don’t you?’ She sat at my kitchen table as we drank coffee, and I found a small bottle of brandy I use for cooking, which was good enough to drink. Never cook with wine or spirit you wouldn’t drink was one of my rules. We moved into my sitting room and sat on the clean but shabby sofa side by. Her tongue continued to play around his head, teasing, but she didn't move in earnest until he stroked himself—feeding her his cock. "Mmm," Chloe purred in sincere appreciation. "Yes!" Something as simple as a willingness to step outside one's own comfort zone could be an incredible turn on, and she made sure Jack knew just how erotic she found it. Although it was too dark for him to see the ecstasy in her expression, he could certainly hear it in the melodic sounds she made each time his hand. The box in which my ball gown had been was empty, since that dress nowhung in the closet. Why did it, because I sure didn't know, when -andwhether- I'd ever wear it again. I picked up the box and laid thedresses in.As I did that I thought about how Kai had kissed me. The dress broughtback the memory. Strangely enough it didn't seem SO terrible any more. Ireally couldn't explain my panic at that time any more.Somehow it wasn't different than with Biene. A kiss between boy andgirl. Or was it? Was. I laughed at myself in the mirror and ran my fingers through my dark brown hair trying to tousle it up a bit more. I really didn't look like myself at the moment, more like the very very sexy stripper version of myself. I adjusted the tiny little lace skirt of my French maid outfit and as I did so my heels clicked expectantly against the linoleum. Placing my hands on the counter I stared long and hard at myself. I still couldn't figure out where the good girl version of me had run off too. She.