As she spoke, Roberta would lavish me with loving glances, take my hand, kiss my palm, or just look deeply into my eyes. She really had it bad, and it...had only been one night.What was I missing?Fran saw it too, and moved to head it off before it got too syrupy."Angela, what did you think of your time with Roberta?" She smiled but her expression had just a hint of steel in it, I thought. That had to be for Roberta's sake. I suddenly doubted that Fran thought Roberta's sudden and aggressive. 'What the.... Just what happened here just now, mum?' I braced my hips against the table, my hands massaging my burning backside. 'I'm not quite sure, Laura. I didn't realise there was so much pent up rage inside me. Now it's out I feel much better. I feel our relationship can move on at last. How do you feel?'It was my turn for a throaty chuckle. 'How do you think? I've just had the licking of my life. I feel sore. I'll feel sore for days.' I closed my eyes and stood up, pushing my hips. " Something..." She gasps... Her new femme-voice was more than she wasprepared for."Sounds sexy," I compliment."I don't want to sound sexy."I shake my head, "Of course you do, trust me, sooner than you think,sounding sexy, acting sexy, being sexy will be extremely important toyou." But... why can't you just let me go?" I already answered your questions... Now lets move on to the facts. Ialready told you, I am Mistress Dyvia, and you should address me assuch." I smile, "Though, I will settle. I’ve been looking forward to getting home ever since I got there!’ We our tongues exploring like we were still dating, we made out for a few more minutes, then she reluctantly shifted to sit sideways on the couch by me. ‘I’m not sure why I missed you so much today.’ She smiled while she said it though and I could tell that deep down, at least, part of her knew why. It was what was making her so horny right now. I reached over and dimmed the reading lamp to its lowest level, then leaned over and.