The pretty blonde yuppie wife expertly applied the red lipstick which matched the nail color on her fingers and toes. She ran a brush several times th...ough her luxurious, shoulder-length blonde hair. Lastly, she dabbed some of her favorite perfume, White Shoulders, behind her ears, on her wrists, between her full breasts and then as an afterthought, wickedly pulled the slit of her dress aside far enough to dab a little bit of perfume on her heated loins.Miriam was still feeling weird from her. " Hmm, maybe she registered under her maiden name then. However, for the life of me, I can't remember what it is at the moment. Maybe if I describe her to you?" Nathan seemed to know how to get answers and I let him continue."You may, sir. But I'm not sure I'd know her if she didn't register on my shift." The clerk had a point. If he wasn't there when Joanna registered and she hadn't registered with her name, there would be no way for us to know unless we found the clerk who was here when she. Her mother had gotten furious when Lisette had claimed her remaining salary, refused to pay her anything and went totally mad when Lisette sued her. Lisette won the case and the enforcement service succeeded in getting her money two weeks before the printing company went bankrupt. The bank had objections but Niclas had fixed her a good lawyer who persuaded the bank to withdraw their claims.Tommy's visit to my house to celebrate his romance with Lisette lasted only a short, intensive and, at the. My sleep was full of intensely erotic dreams, most of which featured Fenella. In the last one that I remember, the scene that had ended in her rejection of me was played through again – only her face was that of the new Fenella, and the kissing and caressing didn’t stop. It went on until we both came, and I awoke, shaking and breathless, my cunt dripping. And there was Gemma, warmly naked, lying on her side facing irresistibly towards me, stroking my hair. “My god, girl,” she murmured, “that.