The image of Lightning's blood gorged, two-foot-long constrictor flashed in her head as clear as if she was remembering it from real life.The black an... red butterfly once again came into view. It seemed larger and bursting with color.Either it was getting bigger or she was getting smaller. Her cunt kept burning and the crotch of her jeans was wet and showing through.She very slowly unbuttoned the loose blouse that hung around her large, firm breasts and let the wind flap it open.The cool breeze. She shared many secrets with me duringour time together and we remained friends and sometimelovers until she died in 1986 following a briefillness. She was just sixty two years old, but hadlived a full and varied life. One of the reasons wedrifted apart was because I joined the Navy. During my time in the Navy we kept in touch throughletters…it is only now, some twenty odd years sinceher death that I feel comfortable sharing some of theletters she wrote to me. I will leave the reader. . wonderful, feminine smells.Damn it! My cock was already starting to swell a little. Fuck! Stop that!"And now," she continued, "we just continue on down." Janice lightly stroked the panties across my neck, down my naked chest - lightly teasing my nipples on the way. "And finally, down here," she wrapped the panties around my now semi-hard penis, squeezing it through the silky nylon and lace."No fair!" I stepped back, afraid that I was already loosing the bet. And I hadn't even put them on yet!. Good luck getting the bed to move. Real mahogany, or something likewise. A class suite all the way.Too bad they wouldn't pass this way again. Never the same hotel twice. One of their few rules.He found he could turn his head a little, not that it mattered with the collar roped on both sides to the top of the bedposts. Not to mention the way the stiff leather around his neck, all six inches of it, cupped his chin so he had to stare at the ceiling.And he truly regretted buying that oversized ball.