The new message icon lit up.Vic called up the message. It was a direct message to his last tweet about being lost. He read it the message to himself: ...IC — Don't be pushed around, convince Deb she's unhappy w/School - get map with escape route!Vic shook his head. The message made no sense. He knew Deborah was a Type A go-getter. Grades were important to her. Finishing in the top 5% was the next life achievement to cross off her list. Rather than be scorned for listening to the words of one of. But (as I commanded her to tell me later) neither she nor Marie kept their suits on long. They put out a large comforter on a shady spot on a hillside barely 100 yards from the beach and kissed tenderly, gently, touching and whispering their love for one another. But the conversation turned when Joanna squeezed one of Marie's teenaged boobs."That feels ... different," Joanna asked."It should," Marie said, propping herself up on an elbow as she looked at her mom eye-to-eye. "I got Dr. Conrad to. We have time............there is an idea, a concept that I want you to pull out from your knowledge of art, music and opera..........."langour"...........get it.......... "langour"...............lazy, sexy, lovemaking, not looking at the damn clock, not thinking about doing it in one move and over in ten minutes............Silkie, you are my lover before this guy............I asked him if he had ever seen two women make love...........I said I knew how he could have a climax really quickly now. Joe (her lover) never came inside her, I think he liked to see his cum flying over my wifes ass, tits or face. Also he never came in her mouth, she said this was reserved for me alone. I would have loved it but she always said no. I also had some input into their sex life, choices of clothing for her in particular. Joe didn't know that I knew about them but I got a thrill out of fulfilling some of his fantasies. One time I suggested she dress as a dirty school girl, short skirt socks and.