As the image of Pamela came into view, she was the first woman he had ever loved totally, unconditionally. They had made plans to spend eternity toget...er, until someone took her away from him forever. Somehow, he could never recapture that essence. With tears in his eyes, he brought down his fist against the dashboard, ‘Oh-god, why?’ Unable to sleep, he just sat there, clicking through his favorite sites. His eyes seemed drawn to an erotic story site. After scanning the list of new stories, he. It was mother. "Darling? May I come in?" Yes, come in mother." I knew my voice did not sound amused at her intrusion. With both hands I held that tiny face and guided her lips to my one. They tasted sweet and I could tell she desired to pleasure me by the way her body melted into my own, the way her lips drew my into her. "Go have a bath little one, I'll come up later - after I do a few more hours of work."The only way to describe the look in Julia's eye was sadness.She slowly disengaged from. “I’ve been ever so lonely, here by myself in this lake. I get so little company! Can you stay awhile ... and can we play, even for just an hour or two?” She kissed me deep again and then giggled, dashing back to kiss first Dot and the two teenaged girls once again. This time much more amorously, with long tender caresses each of their breasts as well.I think it bears mentioning that every one of the Fae I’ve ever met constantly has sex on the brain. Every waking moment, twenty-four/seven.. I often went into photo studios, usually in Soho, or once Miss Debbie Ann Trent's studio in Stoke, and asked if they had any spare photos. The girls on reception were usually very nice about it, but never had spare pics, but it was enough for me to ask them the question, knowing I looked every inch a 'perv', and these girls were usually also the models that posed for the photos. One day I went to a studio in Peterborough which I'd seen advertised in the Sport and as usual asked to buy spare.