’ ‘There aren’t many of either, I’m afraid,’ I said. ‘My best friends are here.’ ‘Oh?’ Madeleine replied. ‘And am I one of those b...st friends?’ ‘Of course,’ I said. ‘But you are more than my friend. I …’ ‘I know,’ she said, cutting me off, then she pulled me to her, turned her head up and kissed me. At first it was just a sisterly peck, but as we looked at each other we knew instinctively that we were indeed more than friends. We kissed in a way that would have scandalized people even in my. It was dripping through the thin rag surrounding it, and as I reached her upper thigh and groin, her shorts were getting wet and she just casually lifted her ass up and pulled them off. We made brief eye contact before she closed her eyes again. She had taken her shirt off before the massage, and had been covering her breasts with her bed sheet. She apparently lost interest in maintaining that modesty once her shorts came off, as one of her rock hard brown nipples came into view.The melting ice. He should have known better!Miranda worked through her day, trying to keep her head down and not draw attention to herself."I must say," Mrs Roberts spoke out suddenly, "that you have been very quiet this morning Miranda ... I hope that you're not sickening for something?" she was almost accusing, and Miranda gave a guilty little blush."No ... nothing like that Mrs Roberts, but there is something..." she trailed off as she tried to find the best way to break the news to her."Oh?" Mrs Roberts'. That is what you are being offered right now.’ ‘What if the thing that fulfills me is to get the best story I can get?’ ‘Then you can have that. Fullfillment is our middle name, it is our whole name, it is what we give.’ Fanderpeice said. ‘We ask nothing in return.’ Jane was here to get a story and here she was, stuck in the middle of some sex museum with a sex-addled curator. She quickly opened her purse and pulled out a pad and a pen. ‘I’ll be taking notes,’ she said. ‘I am here for the.