We slept, arm in arm, like quiet shadows in the dark. The next morning, we started making plans for our departure. I had to repair the damage I'd done...to the sculpture and the canvases and she had to start getting her canvases ready to travel. She came over mid-morning with sandwiches and cheese, and watched as I worked, occasionally suggesting something or admiring something. While I worked, she started packing some of my canvases and supplies that I wouldn't use any more that week. "What are. She wasclutching her nylon-clad leg with a pained look on her face. The sillygirl had always liked to fidget with her clothes when she was nervousor bored, and I imagined she had just experienced how elastic tightscan be.I wanted to grin and giggle at her, but I was too busy running. I wasfilled with an overpowering urge to wrap my arms around her and takeher home.When I reached her, she was still clutching her leg, her forehead had alight sheen to it, and her delightful coconut scent was. . I desired her, in every way, heedless of the opinion of men. I was on top of her, now, suckling at her fat breasts, licking the nipples, rubbing my own small breasts on her big ones to roll them about. Then I was kissing her fat belly, all the way kneading her large buttocks. Her sex opened up to me and I desired nothing so much as to sup of it as she had sipped at mine, and so I spread her legs apart and pressed my tongue to her moist mons veneris. She shuddered as I did so and I lapped. This is my first work on Fictionmania since its return online, so a muchbelated and heartfelt welcome back!Dee##############################This story immediately continues the last line in "The Book of Changes"# # #But why even bother and just go ahead and dump Alexander Summers'memories as long as I own the book? Like, they've been really pesky withthe nightmares and a hassle for Mom to keep up with her lotion. Worst,they sometimes spoil it when Chuck and I are making love by making mecringe.