”I hugged Cassie and told her, “The only problem is that Tom thinks we may be too permissive. Mercy was in my lap for a while and Tom seemed to ob...ect.”Cassie raised her head from my chest and said to Tom, “We all know we can be close with any of the men here. That I love Chuck so much makes it nice when I can curl up on his lap. He’s my man and I want to be close to him any chance I get.”Mercy got up from Steve’s lap and came over to kiss Cassie and me. She turned to Tom and said, “We all love. You are safe and loved." And I was. My panic ebbed. He tried to be comforting, but there was an underlying smugness; he thought that I had had a climax. The real, frightening, truth was that the climax had had me. The pleasure had been real, but the fright had been much greater. Having another person there had compounded the fright, although having Bob there afterwards had been a comfort. If I was ever to let control go, instead of having it wrenched from me, it had to be in Bob's presence.. Some minutes later she laid the pens aside and began detaching the drawing paper from the easel. A grinning Tommy came to trade spots with me and I walked over to see my picture.My purse dropped to the ground, and my jaw very nearly with it. I'd expected some cartoonish drawing, but what I was looking at was pornographic! It was me, all right, as perfectly drawn as if I'd been photographed. But instead of sitting in my demure sundress, I was on hands and knees, completely naked! I was facing. Your breath warms my cheek. “Mornin’, lover.” The words are spoken into my mouth and your tongue follows them with abandon. For a moment – the briefest of moments – my mind recalls a line that I’d read somewhere (“I wasn’t kissing her. I was whispering in her mouth.”). Then all conscious thought is gone, replaced by your overwhelming warmth and passion. Our tongues dart and mingle like newborn pups and I taste my scent on your lips. You moan as my fingers dig into your shoulder muscles before.