It only took him a moment, and came in the form of another link. She clicked it, her laughter filling the room and momentarily drowning out the cheery...tunes from her stereo. It was a picture snapped just as a man stuffed a snowball down the back of a woman’s shirt. ‘You’re going to pay for that, mister!’ She typed out and began an all out assault, describing the large handfuls of snow she was dumping down his shirt, his pants, anywhere she could reach. He responded in kind and before long,. I lay very still, trying to figure out what’d woken me. Creak. It was somebody in my room. And since it was me and my mother all by ourselves here, it had to be her. I just lay still, listening. Creak. Creak. Footsteps on the floor. Edging closer. I slitted an eye a tiny bit. Saw her black silhouette about a foot from my bed with something glittery in one hand. A knife. I sat up fast and at the same time with a shriek of fury she drove the knife at me. And suddenly, I wasn’t there anymore. 3 I. With a quick yet gently squeeze he massages her and and with one finger enters her soft slit and begins to do his magic on her clit. Rubbing it in a special way that can never reproduce with her own hands, her body is now squirming with joy. She is on an immortal high. Just when she doesn’t think it could feel any better he lowers his head, parts her with his fingers and begins to flick her clit with his tongue. She is really wet now and he is lapping up her juices. Jane can no longer take it. ....Jen sits in the opposite corner of the sofa --- sitting there in her silk vest top and boxer style silk bottoms --- nice and baggy for max comfort ... as we sit chatting I notice her damp patch between her legs --- not just damp soaking ... Mick whispers in my ear " ask her if she is turned on? " he has noticed the wetness too...I smile and say -- Mick has just asked me to ask you if you are turned on? -- Jen says what makes you think that --- Mick answers -- Well Jen I don't know you at.