Roses where cheeks should be.Hair, straight and blondeAs poured honey,Framing the beautyOf her face.Her sparkling eyesOverflowingAnd effervescentAs go...den wine.It is her innocence no lessThan her lovelinessThat makes meHard with desire,With the need to becomeOne with her,Inside her.2In profile, in the limelight,She stands against a blue, mottled background,Wearing a blue jacket with a satin collarSlid down over her biceps to hangFrom her forearms, down her arched back,Head back, face. "Why are you crying?" I asked."This is just so weird. I have never had sex in front of somebody else. Why is she in the cage?" Shelly asked."She is there to intensify your feelings and for no other reason." "How will she do that?" Shelly asked."She already has done it. In our sessions at your house you never cried during a blowjob, but you're crying now. Come over here and sit by the couch so that we can talk about some of your experiences."She walked over to the black leather couch and began. This isn't her fault, it was an accident. But I can't get the image of her hand, her beautifully manicured hand wrapped around a lovely cock tugging it in a rapid sequence that always made my boyfriends’ cum like mad. The idea of seeing her like that again was making me dampen my own panties.Uh oh, vibrations on my stairs -- someone was coming up to my deck. I refused to open my eyes. “Please let it not be Julie, please let it not be Julie. Not yet, not until...”"Hi, are you asleep?" Oh, hi. I jumped a little when Mary said, you smell good, you just had a shower didn’t you. Yep, I sure did and it felt good. Oh really she said, well tell me if this feels better as she reached down with her hand and wrapped it around my half hard cock. It didn’t take much of her stroking before it was rock hard. I reached over her arm and took her big, soft tit in my hand and massaged my way down to her nipple. I took the nipple between my index finger and thumb and started squeezing it.Mary.