"I extracted a bottle of a nice dry white from the fridge and poured two generous glasses. I handed one to my Chief of Security."Thanks. You were list...ning to music, you said." Yeah..." I drew out my affirmative. "I was listening to Mendelsohn's Hebrides overture. I was thinking of putting Beethoven's Pastorale on next." Perfect." I'm happy to see you, Jen, but was there something in particular?" I was alone, and lonely; I wanted to be not alone. Especially, I wanted to be not alone ... with. Shell lay quiet on top of Marce for several minutes, quivering slightly every so often as if in an orgasmic aftershock... or perhaps to cause an aftershock in Marce. Finally Shell pushed herself over onto her side and looked Marce directly in the eyes.“Thank you,” she said softly. “Your friend Plato said I would remember this only as a dream, but... it’s a wonderful dream.”Marcella suddenly sat upright on the bed. “How do you know Plato?” she nearly screamed.“He’s one of my doctors at the quad. He can’t really tell everything that’s under her beautiful tailored dress, but he knows her body is sensational.Shit he thinks. Just my luck, I meet “miss perfect” and she’s taken. Well Kitty still needs a place to stay for a few months so he asks if she wants to meet him on Wednesday and he’ll drive her to see the guest house. They agree to meet two days later in the lobby of the Beverly Wilshire, which is near John’s new office in the late afternoon.John kisses Kitty lightly on the cheek to. She knew just what every part of her mouth was doing; from the tight, slick lips that gripped his cock in a ring of pleasure to the tip of her tongue dancing along the underside; even the teeth that occasionally grazed the rim of the head of his cock, bringing ice-cold electric shocks of too much pleasure. His nerves wanted a chance to come down from the first orgasm, but she never gave him the chance.Again, it was slow... just, barely, too slow. Tom tried to beg her to stop a couple of times,.