Janet opened the piece of paper, her lips quivered as she read the words, she was afraid of being hurt again so soon. Her heart was beating hard and l...ud and her mind was afraid to come to terms with what the message may relay to her.“My darling Janet, I have seen you in here before and have wanted to speak to you but you were always with someone. I should have asked, are you with someone? Do you have someone in your life already? If so I will understand, you are truly beautiful and I can’t. He felt her hands on his head, holding him to her while she humped into his face urgently. ‘Fuck!’ she groaned, lifting her hips and pressing his head into her pussy. Suddenly she stiffened and froze for several seconds before collapsing beneath him. Pushing his head away, she panted. ‘No, no more. Please, wait a moment.’ He lifted his head and looked at her. ‘You liked that, huh?’ She smiled at him. ‘How did your wife ever let you go?’ He didn’t know what to say to that. She hadn’t wanted to. Inspired by an inspiration of mad inventor Geoffrey Pyke, engineers built and tested ship-like prototype ice structures in lakes in Alberta, Canada, in 1943. The idea proved feasible, more or less. Ships made of solid ice, with suitable reinforcing members made of more conventional materials, would be effectively unsinkable by torpedoes or shellfire. However, such vessels had a couple of major drawbacks. They would have been extremely expensive to build, the equivalent of $100,000,000 or more. Ten tiny masseurs sent me into a trance of blissful relaxation until I thought I might just lose consciousness entirely. “That feels amazing,” I told him. His fingers continued unhurried, tending to each and every inch of my buzzing scalp.His fingers left my hair and found their way to my contentedly smiling face. He massaged my jaw, my nose, my cheeks, my eyebrows, and forehead. I grinned at this intimate caress, at the feeling of his hand against my cheek and his fingers brushing against my.