A drawing-room in the Jerome household. Tea is laid on an occasional table. Mrs J stands as a servant announces the Princess.Your Royal Highness, welc...me. (curtsey.)Thank you, Mrs Jerome. (Sits.)Please, call me Phyllida. After all, intimacy is, it seems, the order of the day.(Princess raises an eyebrow.) Do you challenge me, Mrs Jerome?(Mrs J pours tea.) I would not presume, Ma’am. But it seems that you do presume.Slight variation from script follows.Princess. I know I am a dyke, but I really. The doorbell rang on schedule, and Tim pulled it open to find Valerie dressed in a ribbed cotton t-shirt that really showed off her tits and a pair of capri pants. As she walked in, she gave his already rock-hard cock a squeeze and chuckled."Ready to go, I see." Uhm, yeah," he said, his cheeks warming as he shut the door.She put down her purse and held her hands out to the side. "What do you think?" You look great. You changed your hair."Valerie's eyebrows arched upward. "Hmm. Guess you are. I bucked up against her."Careful, sweetie."She laughed."Oh, I'll be careful all right."I closed my eyes while my spouse worked her way down my back. It's always the same, even if it's different each time. I think it's mostly the feel of hands on your skin. Skin on skin. Warm skin. Smooth skin. That's even more important than where those hands are, although that matters, too. The friction generates heat. Temperature and emotional and sexual. This is pretty obvious, I guess, but then I'm an. He wanted to change from a vocational side of things to more academic courses so that meant the two years left in high school he was going to cram three years of studying in. I was fortunate and knew what I wanted at the start of high school so I had more time on my hands. Other than the distance of me living in the country and Bill in town we were always together whenever we could arrange it. That little Honda motorbike of his sure put on a lot of miles. By the time our second Christmas came,.