It was there that I found exactly what I was looking for. A chocolate flesh tone, battery powered, remote controlled, clit stimulating, vibrating butt...rfly.It was shaped like the outer facing of a woman’s genitals; only it is fashioned as a three-dimensional mirror image. It has a recess for hugging the clit, and a slight protrusion to fit into the vaginal slit. There are wings to the side, like the wings on some pads that women use for their period. Thus “Butterfly” became it name. It also had. After all, how often do you 'think' about your breathing?" Mike reassured her. "Let's do this, we'll head back toward your home and you can scan as we go. Just to see how many different 'flavors' you can pick up on." Oh, and no peeking in folks heads, young Lady," he said with the patented grin making its appearance again."I'll be able to read minds?!" Ella practically shouted. Then whispered like a church mouse, "Michael, that's sooo scary." Well, again, it's complicated. But what you will be. To get a better grip, I placed a finger firmly in the crack of her ass, and with each step, a little of it crept in."Oh, Daddy," Sarah moaned as around three-fourth of my finger - sufficient for wiggling it inside her - slid in, its entry facilitated by the slick sea-water that still clung to our skin. It was precisely this wetness that caused us to go to the room; otherwise, both of us would have made love then and there, right on the sandy beach.I half-ran, half-walked the distance to our. After the success of her first book, I had suggested converting an unused garage apartment into a writing room. The "English cottage" writing garden was added after book number six. And the whole thing enclosed and carefully shielded from the outside world after number eleven. About the only way I'm allowed inside anymore is if I bring her something chocolate.I closed the gate behind me and walked along the gravel path (Jan's Early Warning Approach System). Everything seemed as it should. I.