It was a locket, and it lay static and stationary, a long gold chain weaving its limp, circuitous path from Cecily's throat to her chest and thence in...o the deep cleft between her breasts. It lay ordinary, oval shaped, with a filigree motif attached to the front and a tiny clasp to the side - a common type of ornament worn by a great many women.Howard nodded tentatively, content to admire Cecily's chest and those black, swollen teats as he looked at the locket."Inside is a picture of a young. “And enjoyed many other glorious experiences as well. And I had an extremely pleasant wake-up call too!”“That would explain it.” Colonel Longstrider nodded, and grinned as he availed himself of a frosty mug of ale.Mark’s cousin Dren turned to his girlfriend Mandri, and grinned. “Maybe Somonik has a point. Why get married, when we can simply agree to have a quick fling for the next two million years or so? I mean really, you’re sure to be bored of me by then!”“You still have to marry me.” Mandri. She said "fine". And she said " fine" and "fine" again when the voice didn't seem to go away. No, she did not want to meet her for coffee in the city. No, she was fine. No. No! She returned the phone to its cradle. She slumped onto the bed. Her hand crept into the hot, sticky hollow between her naked thighs. She moaned his name.When the phone rang again, her heart leapt at the sound of the deep, male voice. "Yes," she whispered, and "yes" and "yes!" The chilliness fled her heart. She was whole. ‘Then you put your head between my legs, I wasn’t sure what you were doing down there, then you gave me my first orgasm—’ ‘You weren’t sure. Hell I had no idea what I was supposed to do either. Other than reading my old man’s Penthouse magazines and the forum letters, I didn’t have a clue,’ Henry added. Helen smiled. ‘We both thought something broke when I left such a large wet spot on the blanket. My mom never told me about such things.’ ‘I know damn sure she didn’t tell you to jack me off on.