"Sure, I've been there." Why don't we meet there Saturday morning. That's about half way between you and me. We can meet by the big fireplace in the c...ub house." That would be great," I said, "but how will I know you?" I have a pair of red, corduroy pants," she said with a little chuckle, "you can't miss them. Could you be there about nine o'clock?"About seven-thirty Saturday morning I threw a camera in the seat of my car and started out for Starved Rock with a good sample of my photography in. ..” she continued, “ ... there is something else I do miss.”“Um...” I began, and then she was kissing me. I was surprised, but I returned the kiss. Her lips tasted of honey and strawberries.I realized that I had missed kissing. I had been having sex with Demie for almost two weeks now, but one kiss from her would make me dead! Anya was a good kisser -- like, really good. Her strong lips caressed mine, nibbling, sucking, and then switching to deep tonguing. This was incredible!I hadn’t noticed. Her bulging handbag landed on the recliner seat and her keys hit the kitchen table with a thump. She passed by the stack of mail on the tiled counter without a second glance, pulling her sweater over her head, throwing it on the floor as she sped through the den.She hurried up the stairs, reaching the top winded. The bedroom door stood open. She burst through then came to a halt. Her eyes greedily took in the object of her haste and she forced herself to draw a deep calming breath.Russell. Please Tim help me … forgive me.” “Alright, you said so. I can fuck Sam as if she is my wife” I said.John nods his head, and protest sound came out from the wrapping. “I won’t put you in jail but I am free to do anything to Sam. And now you fuck Jill the way you fuck her in your house, you hear me!” I shouted again. “Oh ... yes, yes … thank you Tim … you won’t put me in jail … and yes you can have her anyway, I mean anyway you wanted to Tim, please do. I trust you Tim. But only for you Tim not.