We're tough New Yorkers, right? Oh, I forgot you're from Texas, we have to toughen you up to the winters. My parents came in for brunch yesterday and ... told them we had fun (I was drinking a Mimosa and that was fun, too). Got to get back to underwriting. Kisses until NEXT SATURDAY, Sandi."Busy workweeks kept us apart. She had client presentations, while I was busy closing the February issue of Frozen Food Focus, the trade magazine I edited. But we exchanged light, teasing emails. "I won't keep. Then she brought her fingers up to their mouths, sliding one between her lips and the other between Sherri’s as both women hungrily sucked the fingers clean. Teresa led Sherri out to the kitchen and sat her at the table telling her to eat. She quickly found the plate and fork in front of her and ate the breakfast that was prepared. After eating, Sherri lifted her head and told her captors, "My animals they need to be fed.” There was a silence for a minute before the second man said, “Ok I will. Don't worry. You'll never know. When I'm done writing this, I'll delete it.But, tonight, with you in Portland on that medical convention, I've given myself permission to write this. And masturbate over it.And then erase it, so it never existed.My uncle was a mortician. You know that. But I never mentioned I spent a summer working for him. I'd just graduated high school, back when I had the braces and glasses. I looked awful and knew it.No guy in school would even look at me. I mean, Tommy. . and the wet spot that confirms how much you are enjoying this. I come back onto you, like a lover this time, not the wild animal I was; we share a slow, sensuous kiss as I stoke my hands over your sides, over your breasts, and tug lightly as the sides of your thong. Your hands caress my back, and down to my ass, sliding the tips of your fingers under the edge of the lace, but not quite daring to go farther. I lower myself down your body, kissing and gently sucking at the breasts that I was.