Ijust blushed, and said I liked it too. I couldn't tell her that thereason for our intense love making was that I had been thinking aboutlooking and ...ressing like her Mom. But our session had positively re-enforced and cemented me in that mental image.*******A few days later, Veronica and I were sitting at dinner when she startedtalking about her co-worker Curtis, something about work at first butthen she let a few things slip about how funny he was or how he wasalways so well dressed. Once. His fingertips drew pictures on my palms and sentshivers up my spine. The conversation continued, only now he was lightlytouching my arm while he talked and I was finding it harder to thinkabout my answers.Slowly, everything disappeared. The movie, the bar, and everyone aroundus dissolved away; leaving just him and I. The conversation now focusedon me. He told me how soft my skin was as his hand slid down my arm. Hecomplimented my hair, my eyes, and my smile while he undid the bottombutton of. "So what have you been up to, my sweet?" Hal asked."Quite a lot. A batch of scones for Millie and mixing the dough for bread which I shall put in when I get back. What I've also done is arrange for my medical records to be sent from Tidworth to the surgery in Misborough." I'd've thought you'd have done that a long time ago." No need. Anyway, I've made an appointment for next Tuesday to collect a prescription for the pill and also to talk to the doctor about fertility testing." Mm, we need to. *********** ‘Damn! This isn't fair. There is this fucking gorgeous woman working hard and sweating right in front of me and I can't just take her and fuck her.’ Lynda’s tortured mind complained, in between deep breaths of their yoga exercises. Lynda struggled through the session and by the time they were done, she was soaking wet, not just from the decent sweat she had worked up, but by the intensity of her arousal as she exercised within close proximity of the sexual goddess that was the.