“John Colshaw here.”“Oh, John!” he almost shouted, “Congratulations. What can I do for you?”“Nothing to do with work really,” John sai.... “I need some information about something else.”“Fire away,” said the Scottish voice at the other end.“Have you any memories of the conference we went to, four years ago?”“Strange question,” he laughed. “Well, let me see. Conference so–so, party on the last night was a blast. It was also the last one, so yes I remember.”“Ian,” said John. “Do you mind if I. React like that? When you...uh... cum?" Charis looked over at the tree and smiled, "He likes it," she said, "We're connected... intimately. When I feel good, he does too... and we both felt very, very good." Joshua looked at her strangely, "You mean to tell me that the tree had an orgasm?" She giggled, "Well... I suppose you could put it that way. Dear Alcaeus is as much a part of me as my limbs... or these," she cupped her breasts, "Or this," her hands slid down to pet her still-wet pussy. He. ”“Your dad said you wanted to talk to me,” I said. “Given everything that went down, I think you might understand why I was reluctant.”She nodded, “Yes, I do. I wanted to apologize for everything that happened between us. I’m especially sorry for what I did to Samantha, though I hear she’s doing pretty well.”“She is,” I said. “I accept your apology and all is forgiven. I mean that. I’ve hurt some people pretty badly myself over the last fifteen or so years, so I know the value of a heartfelt. And that part of him that I was fascinated with, the delightful dangle? Wasn’t dangling.So what’s so horrible about leaving for breakfast with semen leaking out of me, my pussy still twinging from a wonderful orgasm or two? Nothing.“We’re still newlyweds,” he laughs.“I will always be your naughty schoolgirl, buddy.”“Yeah,” he grinned. “That nasty little redheaded schoolgirl next door.”“Stoppit!” I squeaked, “Or we’ll NEVER get to breakfast...”“Is that a threat? Or a promise?”“I want breakfast,”.