Surely her goddess is true, would desire no other fruit but hers, wouldn't be tempted away by the beauty consultants or ballerinas or whatever these o...her fucking women might be? She wouldn't be seduced by exotic kiwi, plain old pear or the soft flesh of a ripened raspberry? But try as she might Pesky can't escape the endless nagging voices screaming of betrayal. Whereas before stood perfection now all she sees is a whore with a fresh fruit salad rammed into her sluttish cunt; sort of like. Her Tommy Girl. I set her top next to her bear.She'd been excited and warm and so very wet. And she'd kissed, and purred and sighed and then we each found our rapture, together.The fast clicking of key strokes penetrated the stilled darkness.Paula was bare breasted. White and new and very intent.She finally saw my reflection looming behind her and tapped out of the screen.All went black. Her tiny scream."Who was that, Paula?" I laced long brown hair thru fingers.Tightly."I won't tell you.". I had been answering her questions all along, unable to censor myself at all. She brought me to this point every time we had sex. My life had already changed so much as a result of telling her my fantasies. Was I really prepared for it to change more?"And shoes... don't be embarrassed, honey. I think you'd look perfectly adorable in platforms. Big clunky sandals you can hardly walk in. Shall we paint your toenails? Oh yes, that got a reaction. We'll use pink polish to start, something you have. She was dressed in a short robe and she invited me in. She asked if I could check all the windows and doors to make sure everything was all right. I checked the boys roooms first both were sound asleep. I checked the living room and made my way around the house. The last place was Brenda's bedroom. At sometime during my rounds Brenda had left me. When I got to the room Brenda was sitting on the bed and her robe was loose around her now instead of tight. I checked the windows but also.