I set her back down on the floor, as she straightened her short robe on her body. It was obvious she hadn’t been up long, but nonetheless, she was s...ill adorable.“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” she screamed, excitedly.“It was a last minute thing, we have the next five days off.” I replied.“Well come on in, I’m glad you’re here.” she said, grabbing my hand.I went in, went to my old room and tossed my bag on the bed. I went back to the family room and sat down with Ashley, she had a. I love Michael, but sex was very important to me. I talked it over with Andrea, a friend of mine who dated Michael. She was shocked at my description of our sex life. When he was with her, she said, he was a wild man. She described the encounters they had in her car, on her patio, in her kitchen. Hurt by what she told me, I mentioned her name to Michael, hoping for some clue to her allure. He shrugged her off. Normally very tolerant of my friends, he remarked, ‘She’s a bimbo. I don’t know why. " She nodded. "You were doing fine until I started to do that." She nodded again. "But you are turned on beyond belief, aren't you?" She nodded again, blushing with a crooked smile."Fine," he said. "There are other ways to go about this." She looked at him quizzically, as he put her breast back in her mouth, nibbling on the nipple, producing another satisfied groan from her. Then he started moving down, licking the underside of her breast, kissing down her stomach, tickling her bellybutton with. . no, I can't say it." Whaaaat?" I was super-curious now."Don't get all weirded-out, okay?" I won't," I promised."Well, it was really helpful for me to remember carpals and metatarsals and phalanges because you touched me at those places." I didn't touch your hands." But that's what's left over. I have the feel of your touch in my mind and I can remember what they are." Okay," I said. I wasn't sure if there was a bigger point to what she said."So here's the weird part. I just thought I would.