There were thousands of files. All neatly stored in their own specific folders. Photos in their thousands of him and someone else. Out to dinner in ni...e restaurants, walks in the park in places I had never been. Then eventually, more intimate photos of the two of them. It just made me sad to think that all this time, I was being faithful, no matter how turned on I got and he was so shagged out from fucking this other woman that he just couldn't be bothered with me anymore. I actually wondered. The spare boots Evelyn had given her were too big by a size and a half, so Charity had put on three pairs of Evelyn's socks. The thin cotton dress was still the only clothing Charity wore. To fend off the cold, Evelyn had cut a hole in one of the blankets, and given it to her to wear, poncho style for when they reached the higher, and colder altitudes. Apart from this, Charity had her pitifully few possessions tied in another blanket which she hoisted over one shoulder. Evelyn picked up her. As you turn around our eyes meet and I can see yours almost glazed over; you sense my anticipation. The smile you give in return is one of reassurance. There’s no turning back now. I stand up and move forward to kiss you. As soon as our lips touch, a tingling sensation runs down my spine and ends deep within my groin. I draw you close to me, and as our kiss deepens I feel you push against me. I can’t resist running my hands down and across the rounded contours of your beautiful figure. I pull. I see the flicker of interest sparkle in them like I have on so many occasions when we play, it is that of a hungry vixen crafting and spinning a web of fantasies in her head and I am the one person who is to fulfill these deepest most passionate desires. And only up until now this particular fetish was seen as a fantasy that we would indulge in when the time is right. I am filled with all sorts of thoughts and emotions, my body shivers in anticipation and unease, I can only look at you and I.