"Neither am I now shut up and enjoy this!"I couldn't resist so I started rubbing my hands up and down her body, stopping at her breasts and running my...hand under her shirt to massage them over her bra. She moaned softly and unbuttoned my pants, pulled them down and pushed me down on the toilet. She then slowly, almost teasing me pulled down her pants, revealing to me a light green, lacy thong, I drew in my breath with a hiss, and pushing her thong to the side, pulled her ontop of my lap,. ” My hand moved of its own volition and grabbed Jordan’s arm. BKL. It wasn’t Barnett, Keane, and Lamb. It was Brenda Katherine Lamb. Chances are that Bradley didn’t even know he was being manipulated by the silent partner of the firm, his erstwhile lover, Brenda Barnett. Riley told me that she had found records indicating that it was Brenda who owned the condo.“I hate to put you in the closet, Jordan,” I said. “But I’d like you to stay close and out of sight for this.”“You think she’s... ?” he. Cheryl glanced over and saw that the girls head had made its way down and had replaced her hand at the guys crotch. She stared as she realized that the girl had the guys cock in her mouth and was slowly sucking up and down on it. “So, what’s doin’,” Billy asked her quietly. The sound of his voice made her jump. “Nothing, I guess I fell asleep,” Cheryl replied. “i’ll say, you were out for about an hour. You Ok…he asked. “I think so.” Billy leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. Cheryl. I had appropriately titled my book New York Nights about how I met Daniel in Central Park at a Billy Joel concert. My book was to be about our love story and about the unlikely happenchance of an Exxon geologist falling in love with a lowly New York, struggling writer. Only no longer my story anymore but my character’s story, my book was about a woman who follows her man to Alaska. Needing to add intrigue and tension to my romance, I imagined my main character finding her man in another woman’s.