“Bed morning, tomorrow?” His hand smoothed down her taut belly to her mound.“Tomorrow, great. Not tonight, okay?” She removed his hand.“Okay... Cuddle.”She turned her back and moved over against him. “I’m sorry, George, and you were so nice tonight, too. It’s just that the week was...”“Hey,” he said. “You don’t need to explain. Tomorrow is fine. Morning love is better. Even better, I mean.” For that matter, having a naked Sylvia in his arms all night was more than he had dreamed of for the last. ’ ‘I know. I think it will still be fun.’ ‘In a few weeks, we’ll take a canoe trip on the weekend, just counselors. Then, we can share a tent,’ I told her. Her eyes lit up at that. Then she got more wistful. ‘I don’t think Abby had as good a time as she wants me to believe,’ Patrice said. ‘What makes you think that?’ ‘When she talks about it, they had a great time. They did some stuff around town, and the sex was good, but the way she tells it makes it all sound like she had built up the. She wrote about her rape fantasies - where she tied me up and pissed on me, had a stray dog have intercourse with me. She hated me with a passion that tore my heart out and left fear in its wake. If there was any positive note about what she wrote - is that she had no idea how to get this revenge, or control, over me. Jackie had wrote about dressing suggestively, about having a chance encounter where I saw her naked - but I did not react in a way that she could have used. In truth, the way she. She had placed her legs on my shoulders. I figured out her clit and started sucking them while I put my finger deep inside her pussy exploring the g-spot. She was dripping wet; her salty love juice mixed with my saliva ran over my hand till my elbow and dripped down on the floor. She was making indistinctive chants and moans all the while. And then she reached a screeching orgasm and she pulled tight on my hairs and hissing and whispering ‘Ya Allah…’We stood up again. She seemed to be.