’ ‘Yes, it’s smashing. I feel young again. It’s just like it was with Walter. I know he’s not handsome or charming like Philip, but he is a...wonderful man and I am just totally in love with him. Everything about him seems right. You know your weekly sessions with Philip when you tell him your little faults and mistakes…’ ‘And sometimes big mistakes and downright misbehaviour…’ ‘Well, Andy used to do it with Dora, but they hardly ever took it seriously. They made a game of it. So now I am. Costume? Well yeah, I did have something in mind for you. I thought if I gave you a theme, you could use your imagination and run with it. Let me explain…” * *Over three weeks Gabrielle allowed herself to be swept along by Pandora’s boundless enthusiasm. It was easy to go with that flow once she got past her initial reservations, in fact it was a source of stomach-tightening excitement. Letting herself be costumed for a party of dubious reputation felt deliciously transgressive, to the extent. He often did these outside jobs in nothing but a pair of shorts. His body would glisten in the sun from the sweat dripping down his intense abs. One day I built up the courage to go over and offer him a glass of lemonade. He didn't say anything. He just took the glass and downed the lemonade while staring into my eyes. He handed the glass back to me and smiled. I quickly went back to my room and lay back on my bed. I removed my clothing and slowly let my left hand caress my right breast. I took. ” “C’mon, you must be kidding.” “I don’t think so” as she brought the chair all the way down to the floor, and reached over for my hand and placed it on her pussy. “Mom told me that you were the best pussy eater she had ever had. And you loved a hairy pussy. I want you to eat me.” “What are you talking about. Your Mom told you that?” “Yeah, and she also said, that you are a really good fuck, let’s go.” She reached in her purse, took out money, left it on the table, stood up, took my hand and we.