Damn he was good. We sat down and ate the best spaghetti I had ever had. The sauce had an amazing blend of spices and flavors. The best perk of datin... a chef was getting food like this all the time. He had told me that he loved that I appreciated good food and that I wasn’t one of those girl who hardly ate. We talked about everything but work, which was nice. He seemed to understand me more than any guy ever had. Under the table, I felt his foot stroke mine, and his eyes looked so sensual. I. I think he’s destined for bigger things at head office. Wouldn’t be surprised if he moved back to London or to one of our subsids abroad.”“Could you give me his address where he’s gone? I’d like to contact him.”“Sorry,” Tracy answered. “No one knows where he is at the moment. It’s top secret; even Tom doesn’t know, and neither do I. But John promised me he’d contact me as soon as he could. I miss him when he disappears like this. It’s worrying.”Jessica left after apologising for disturbing. It sounded reasonable, but -"Your dream woman, Jeremy. Your fantasy. The embodiment of all your lecherous desires... everything you ever wanted. That's me." She turned to present him with a profile, revealing a pair of perky, apple-sized breasts, slightly upturned, and lush, kissable lips, parted in a smile.Jeremy's cock strained underneath the bedclothes, and he realized for the first time that he was naked under the sheets. One hand stole beneath to grab his pole, and stroke it. Brenda was my soul mate and I’d let her go. I cried myself to sl**p. – The last afternoon at the beach, I lay naked on my towel in the very place I was when Brenda first spoke to me. The sun was now much warmer than then and as I fingered myself I became hotter. My clit flipped up and down as my fingertip strummed it. I was in perfect tune and the music of my orgasm was a fine love song filled with images of Brenda. The third orgasm was over and I lay on my back with my eyes closed, almost.