He had just finished listening to the first part of my story which I'd called To Go, Softly, As a Mouse. "This is wonderful," he said as he caressed m... cheek. I gushed. That is the only way to describe it. It wasn't quite an orgasm but I was as wet and lubricated as I'd ever been. "How does this make you feel?" he asked as he indicated the print version of the story that was displayed on the wall."Empty," I said simply."Can you explain why that is, Frances?" He asked."Yes sir, there are things. Phir maine unki kameej utari blck padded bra thi or apni t shrt utari mera lund pura khda tha . Phir maine unki boobs k uper n sholders p kiss krna shuru kra sholders p kiss krte krte bra utarni shuru krdi . Phir bra ka hook khol dia or dudu pine lga or bech bech m nippls kat rha tha bhabi aaa umm aauch kr rhi thi kehti arm se kro thoda m to pagal hua pda tha .Phir ky maine slwr ka nada khol dia or salwr utr di balck panty pehni hui thi bhabhi kehti light bnd krdo maine kha khubsurti kaise. Holding on I used the water to wash the cum off me. Karen looked over the stern onto the platform."You ok?" She asked.I stood up. "Am I clean?" I asked."Well at least your body is," she smiled.I laughed. "I know, geesh, what came over me?" I don't know," she replied, "but I liked it."So did I, I admitted silently to myself.We pulled up to the restaurant. Mark had joined us. We needed the extra hands to bumper and tie down the boat as we reached the dock. There were a lot of other boats of all. I used to receive lots of mails from many of my readers with their feedback about the stories and I go through each and every one of those mails and reply back.One day I received a mail from someone named Sophia. In the mail, she said she had gone through my postings and that she enjoyed it a lot. She also asked me whether I will be interested in chatting with her. Initially I was a lil bit suspicious because of my experience in chat rooms where there are more men posing as women than real.