’ ‘No,’ she said, defiant. There was a softer, more timid knocking at her door then. ‘Ell.’ It was Will. ‘Please open the door.’ She did...open the door then and glared at them both. ‘You two had better be nice to each other from now on. Shake hands,’ she ordered them, and when they just looked at each other, ‘Now!’ They did. ‘Good, now let me make myself clear. You two are both very important men in my life, but if you two can’t learn to get along and cooperate, then I’m going to have to ask. All too soon, her tongue was replaced with a cool sensation of wetness being eased into my virgin bottom, what I can only assume was a lubricated finger. The first finger was removed, and I heard the bottle top flip again, then two fingers eased up my hole, then three, then four – I actually don’t know how many fingers were up my ass. The initial discomfort returned each time the fingers were removed then reentered, only to be replaced quickly with an increasingly intense pleasure. I heard. She puts her hands on my shoulders, then cups my cheeks. I flush with embarrassment. Onlookers couldn’t see my embarrassment. I’m too dark skinned for that but I’m sure Helene could feel the heat radiate from my cheeks into her hands. She takes her hands from my face “How long has it been?” She asks. “16 years” “Let me get my tower checked in then we can catch up” This is your chance for revenge, idiot. “Actually I can fix it for you and i won’t charge an exorbitant price for it.” . She replied, “And I’ve missed parts of you.” A Thursday night, which meant she fixed dinner for their once-a-week shared “special” meal. “Got a plan, baby,” she said. “Let’s just eat, then we’ll decide what’s next, okay?” “Okay by me. I’m tired. It’s not easy to sit in a plane for several hours and basically do nothing. It’s like sitting at a desk all day.” She’d debated with herself whether to actually keep the secret of last weekend, or just go ahead and spill the beans. Spill, she.