. Shit!” he mumbles and inspects the wallpaper. “Simon. Simon?” He finally turns back to face me, and if he is surprised to find my face just an...inch away from his, he doesn't show it. That beautiful face. The only bright thing in my day today. I look him straight in the eyes and move my head even closer. I can feel his breath escaping from his nose and mouth.'He even smells like me,' I suddenly think. 'He must use the same shower gel as I do.' I am unaware that I paused in my movement toward. Her sister's husband changed the subject and laughed at the way I was blushing. Elaine kissed me hard and whispered a thank you for putting up with this.Elaine's mother arrived. She immediately made it clear that Elaine should not be dating until the divo4rce was final, and that she considered me too young for her daughter. Elaine told her we were just friends and I was helping her out with a ride. The old bitch told her the only thing I would want to help a pregnant separated woman out with. Then again, what Samira did to her certainly stimulated her, too. As she muff dived with Suzanne, dining greedily at the Y, she did her best to make Mrs. Gordon squeal with pleasure while Mr. Gordon plowed her into next week. Her cunt felt extremely sensitive by then, even as she lapped up the creampie left by Barry Gordon in Suzanne’s slit.For a fifty-two year old woman, Suzanne didn’t have a smelly or gross pussy at all, as some part of Whitney might have feared. Then again, traces of Barry’s. Really! It was. Every half-hour or so, Josh went out and checked out our mooring lines. He took his powerful searchlight and pointed it up at the treetops to check wind direction and condition. Down at water level we got roils and eddies and swirls, never the straight-line gusts that are so damaging from a hurricane. That was our salvation. That and being positioned forty-something miles inland from the coast, so that the wind started to die down when the hurricane started dragging parts of.