"Unh!" Paul moaned and shook the images from his mind. That last,intimate picture of Rosemary nearly turned his stomach. It was one ofthose images tha... your mind can not resist, precisely because it is sodisgusting and weird, while the rest of your body revolts.Paul shook the image from his head, turned over and put his feet on thefloor, and reached over to turn on the lamp on the nightstand.The gloves! He had forgotten about the gloves, or had thought they mighthave drifted away like the other. He ditched his boots and peeled off the heavy shirt and T-shirt beneath then turned back toward the bed."Don't stop there," the woman's eyes were open and she was smiling at him.Mike gave her his best you-ain't-seen-nothing-yet smirk. "Nice to meet you too, sweetheart." The smirk turned slightly serious. "Must be time for tea."He passed a significant look to Tim and headed for the kettle, fussing around like an old woman with cups and spoons.Amy felt rather than heard the snorted chuckle from. Friday came and I arrived home from work to find her in the bath, shaving her tight pussy. “Just getting ready”, she said, “BIG night tonight”, she added. I left her to it and went down stairs to grab a beer and contemplate what was going to happen that evening.At 7.30 the doorbell rang. Tentatively I answered to be greeted by a man who introduced himself as Jason. “You must be Mark!” he said and without invitation, walked in and went into the lounge. I followed and asked him if he wanted a. She picked up the phone and called the number. A man answered and told her about the accommodation and she arranged to go round that evening and view it. As Alyson pulled up outside the big double fronted house she thought it a bit strange to see the front left hand window had been blacked out. She rang the doorbell and a man opened it, held his hand out and said, 'Hello, you must be Alyson, I'm Roger, come in.' She followed him down the hall and into a room on the right. It was a large lounge.