We writhed in passion with Lady Delilah. She could have ripped us apart. She could have burned us and eaten us.But she didn't. She wanted to be Angela...s. She yearned to be controlled, collared, kept from marauding.And with her, Angela would be High Queen. I could see it now. Who could stand against us when we had the most powerful and dangerous monster in the world serving us. My nervousness transformed into exhilaration. A giddy euphoria had me swaying on the back of my horse. Finally, a woman. She's very sexual, more than my wife and we always talked about sex and porn together. She's the only girl I know that watches porn and we even shared material!My wife never had a problem with this. We were buddies and I considered her my best female friend.She got in a relationship with a friend of mine for a number of years, but after a while they split up and after dating a few guys on dating sites she met her current husband (let's call him Bob).We've known Bob for a few years now and I can. What do you think we should do about this little problem?”“I may be overstepping my boundaries a bit but I think you should leave,” Melissa proposed. “Or at least move out of his house.”“Because I’m a bad influence, right?”“Yes. You’re interfering with his education and health.”“All by myself right?”“Yes.”“No one else is helping?”“Not that I know off.”“I see. I guess you have a point there, but are you sure I’m the only one at fault?”Melissa raised a brow, “What do you mean? Do you think. The wine glasses are filled several times with the excellent, deep red merlot, and before I know it, I feel the warm glow of relaxed excitement. When his glass is empty, he sets it down, pauses, looks straight into my eyes, sits forward and takes my free hand in both of his. “I am determined to make this the most memorable flying experience you have ever had,” he begins. “Would you share with me what I can do to make this experience better?” The wine burns as I hurriedly swallow my remaining.