And then he didn’t fuck me at night. Besides, he doesn't care who else... nevermind. I am owed sex tonight. By someone.”“I like that you are can...id about your demands from the universe.”“Maybe I’m spoilt, what do you think?”I am not sure why I said what I did next, but it seemed to catch her off guard.“Something tells me, that’s not quite true.”A little flutter in the fabric of her persona which she had so effortlessly and naturally mastered, as she turned and looked up at me with a glimmer in. She was pretty sure, based on their last few conversations, that Sonny was probably very much into freaky sex."If something like that were to happen, with your friends, and I allowed it to take place, would you be jealous?" She was not surprised to find that she was very moist between her legs, and that her every touch sent strong reactions from deep inside her core, radiating outward."Yes, definitely jealous. I'm not sure I can even stand to picture it. I'm jealous just sitting here right. "I could not bear to tell you that he was dead, when I returned to the château. I miss him almost as much as you do."I didn't know if Krish had told Mimi of Woodrow's marriage, so thought it best to say nothing. "You have given me the gift of life, the greatest gift that any woman can bestow. I haven't words enough to thank you, Mimi. I am now closer to you than any of the women I have ever made love with –including Annette." She beamed with pleasure at my words, then laid Jean-Woodrow down on. I told her that I wanted to meet Cindy first. That was all it took, one phone call, and Cindy was knocking on my backdoor. She was naked when I opened the door. Cindy had been at Charlene’s house waiting for the phone call.I looked at Cindy standing there looking like a beautiful angel. She was probably thirty-five like Charlene but she looked so much prettier. Her long dark brown hair was pulled forward and hanging down to her nipples. Her nipples were a dark reddish brown in keeping with her.