Lori felt her legs growing weak as passion flooded her. Her loins were aflame as, once more, she knew the wonder of arousal. Bill finally finished wit... her breasts, leaving her breathless and barely able to stand. He moved his attention to her back and was equally thorough in what he did to her there. He didn’t intend to leave any of her lovely body unwashed. His hand reached the small of her back, then moved onto her ass. ‘You have sacral dimples,’ he said. ‘I’ve always had a theory that women. Ive been able to rely on you for everything, and I appreciate the services youve rendered me. All of the services. And the discretion around them. Theres no need to thank me. I didnt, she said, though she smiled as she said it. And do you have any regrets, Danner? None whatsoever, mistress. Not even about those mausoleums that you had a hand in filling? It had to be done, mistress. Yes, said Porphyria, looking far away. It had to be done. Im lucky to have you around, Danner. Its hard to find. .. something I couldn't put my finger on. You know the feeling when something isn't right but you can't say for a fact what it might be. I've always felt it was some subconscious part of your brain that picks up and analyses stray facts until it finds a pattern, and then tries to tell your functional part something isn't right. Researchers have discussed these things endlessly citing 'hunches' and 'a woman's intuition' as examples.I had four children with my first wife, all good people with. I smiled up at her, and spread her legs farther apart. ‘God, you’re beautiful!’ I growled, and put my head down, sucking her into my mouth. I’d never had a cock in my mouth before, and had no clue what to expect as far as texture or taste. She was uncut, so I gently ran my tongue around the edge of her foreskin, feeling the texture of the head, the looseness of the skin. There was no taste and no smell, just smooth, dry skin. She’d obviously taken the time to wash thoroughly. Surprisingly, I.