Now, we’re in your bed. I’ve bathed you – and you’ve bathed me – and I’ve dressed you in your nightie and panties, just so I have the thri...l of undressing you. Between each whispered sentence, our lips meet in a mix of passion and tender love for one another. My fingers have found your left nipple which I constantly rub through the thin cotton.While our tongues play together, my fingers never leave your nipple. It’s clear you’re on heat, your little legs are fidgeting, your small body squirming. She didn’t want to go to her parents’ because they wouldn’t take her in. She didn’t have many friends apart from the mutual friends she had with Stewart. Her only other choice was John. But that would be like having something thrown back in her face all over again. At this point she had no other choice, so she bit the bullet and made the phone call. “Hey, can I come over again? Something really bad happened and I can’t go home…ever again,” she sobbed through the phone after John answered. . A secondorgasm came, and then a third, and then a fourth, andwhen finally the orgasms gave out, and the liquidsubsided, I had come in Cammy two dozen times. More.Many more. And I couldn’t stand up. I took her downwith me. I had, literally, filled her rectum with sperm.“Neordddd?” (George?)“Yes, Cammy?”“Mnioo-ed-ub.”I laughed. “What?”“Mnioo-ed-ub.”“I need to get up?”Camilla nodded.“Bathroom, dear?”She. Each account was larger than any current account the firm she went to work for had. Together they were almost half the total amount the firm represented. So she became a junior partner on her first day. Agnes was 94 but looked like she was 50. She was twice widowed, the first time she married into family money and her husband died with most of the family on a boating accident. Agnes, a niece, cousin and brother-in-law were the only survivors. The in-law signed a pre-nup so he was out. The rest.