Vanna’s eyes crinkled in merriment as she watched him, knowing full well the effect she was having on him.“Hello,” John said a moment too late. ...��I’m John. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”“What’s that you’re drinking? I haven’t seen it before.”“It’s called a Sonnet. It’s a specialty beer that’s only made here.”“Sounds intriguing.” She looked at the bartender. “I’d like a Sonnet, please.” A few moments later, the bartender sat the opened bottle in front of her. She took a tentative sip then smiled. Not just gone because she was sad at being back to being but aman again. But gone, period.The realization made her curl herself up into a ball even more tightly.She was clear headed now for the first time in years. It hadn't justbeen the "sub space" she happily had descended into as Master Steve'sdominance so gloriously overwhelmed her. That was indeed wonderful butindeed different. And her mental awareness now was quite differentfrom when she'd have come down from those wonderfully intense. She listened to the rhythmic beating of his heart and the love they had for each other radiated between them.Jeff leaned down, nibbled at her ear, and whispered, "Mmmm, I love the feeling of your tits against my chest. God I can't resist you!"Deana turned her face upward to meet Jeff's kiss. As their lips met, their tongues entangled as they did the dance of lovers. God his kiss was electrifying! Her nipples began to swell as her clit pulsated with excitement.After that Jeff told Deana to lie. I thought of nothing, wanted to think of nothing. It was her chest against mine that I felt now. Touch, a powerful and subversive sense homed in on the pressure exerted by her breasts; her shallows breathing making them rise and fall; downwards at our kneecaps, her left touching my right; our feet, again left on right. A lifetime.Unconsciously, I breathed her in. 'You might be, ' said my head. 'You might be, ' it said again. I realized I was being prompted. 'Say it. Say it, stupid'."You might.