But, he preferred her flesh hotter than body temperature. Heated, and with the blood cooked partially out of it, the meat of her muscles had a much su...erior flavor.Lisa, or rather, Elsa (as before), had been forced to agree when Vlad had offered her bits of herself to compare – Cooked? Barely Cooked? Raw? She conceded that she tasted best when she was barely cooked.Next to him, Lisa suddenly convulsed and gasped desperately for air as her body came back to life. The first time she’d done that. I didn't think of what he might mean but, I figured I would owe him a favor to be named and collected at a later time when I could help him. The look in his eye was a little mischievious though but, I didn't read into it much for I was concentrating on not stripping his clutch. All this started to dawn on me, maybe he wanted something other than a favor, but we had just been talking about girls and whom we desired. This did have me confused in silence which seemed like an eternity. It was. Her breasts, for instance, became a great source of joy to her.Joan was surprised, or at least she said she was surprised, to fall in love with having her breasts massaged, nibbled, sucked, tweaked, pinched and generally molested. When Joan had her first climax just from breast play, she was overcome with wonder, shaking, crying, thanking me and trying to figure out a way to reciprocate, all at the same time. When I slid Mr. Johnson home for an encore, she came like a house on fire.It was good. I leave it to you but I wouldn't leave it too long if I was you." No." Jenny looked solemn and a trifle worried. "I don't think it'll be much fun whenever." No." He took her in his arms. "Jenny, I've enjoyed this weekend too. You're a special girl. Thank you."It was a long kiss but a gentle one and there were tears in Jenny's eyes when she finally pulled back before giving him a convulsive last hug. He saw her to her car and waved her off.Bea was reading a book in the sitting room when Jenny.