She was wallowing in the depth of the water, in her memories of the afternoon, and in her imagination of taking it further, when the phone rang. Getti...g out of the hot bath and going downstairs to answer it would just risk a relapse of the cold. Besides, David didn’t call on Sundays. She let the answering machine get it.When she did listen to the messages, though, it had been David. Well, she had his phone number. She dressed in a warm nightie and robe and got comfortable before she. "Kiss and lick these for me Jeff, I know that they and I turn you on."I do and I am very pleased she knows about me and my fetish."Gert, this means so much to me, thanks." Want that Coke now?" Sure."I am in her kitchen and she is at the sink getting me some ice for the Coke. I walk over to her and put my hands around her and feel her ample bosoms."Oh, that feels nice Jeff." She says, and I can tell by her breathing she enjoys it. I begin to tweak her nipples.We are sitting at her table and she. She had to see him again sooner or later, and besides, there was bound to be other people there. No, she'd have to take the plunge. After all, that was what life was all about. What happened a few days ago was all a mistake. If Harvey tried anything like that again, she'd let him know where she stood... Harvey Peterson, noting that it was almost noon, poured himself a drink and offered one to Jean. Betty would be here at any moment and if she saw that they were already drinking, she'd accept. Ever since Trish and Julie had moved in...I climbed out of bed, and went to the window, closing it tightly, but not before a chill breeze swept over my nude body. Yeah, I admit that I had recently taken to sleeping in the nude. It wasn't a conscious decision, just something I had fallen into. For a few days it had often become very warm in the room, despite the chill ocean nights. As a result, I had first dispensed with the blankets, and then the shorts. That seemed to solve the problem, since.