Kissing, however, which was related to sex and was also face to face, she had seen. James often wrapped Lenora in his arms and kissed her. She usually...embraced him at those times, as well. Lenora had suggested that they closed doors for serious kissing. Anne’s parents, who spoke of the public nature of those activities as something that young married couples would outgrow, kissed in the entryway or the courtyard every time that Lord Stroud went off on a trip without his wife. Kissing she knew,. "Oh God," she groaned as the tantalizing licking invaded her whole crotch, teasing at her like some demon from another world. She quivered back against it, screwing her buttocks in small circles around and around to feel deliciously its complete rape of her helpless exposed loins. There was nothing in the world like this feeling. She had never known it before, it was different, it was wicked, it consumed the whole of her being and there was nothing else in the world now but the lashing tongue. (CarrieGore) Well, for what it's worth, I did a lot of video and studio work in the past.(Chrissy) It would be great if it could happen!(CarrieGore) We could all dress up, and travel to France in a minibus! It'd be great, even if we didn't sell the movie!(Lorna) Fun only if the minibus can tread water!(*Anne-Mal) Depends on what it is that you want, just a movie or a commercial movie?(Mindy) It will happen in the next 3 to 5 years!(Chrissy) *Wow* But who would write it?(CarrieGore) I couldn't. My heart gives a panicky jolt: clients never take me this far. I squint at the passing highway signs trying to figure out how to get home …just in case. “So, uh, where we going?” I ask trying to sound casual as I flick my cigarette out the window. He ignores me, turning up the music. I know he heard me. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest as I try to gauge the look on his face, hoping I don’t find some telltale signs of a cold blooded killer. I suddenly wonder if this will be the last person.