.. incredible; I groaned, partly in pleasure and partly in frustration, stroked and squeezed it. "That feels good," she sighed.Her hand slid down me a...d found my erection (which she certainly had made hard for me); she held it gently, then squeezed, getting a jerk in response. Still looking into my eyes, hers darkened somehow. Releasing me, she slid up and brushed her lips against mine, pulling away then and getting out of bed. I watched, entranced, as she moved; she picked her bra up and put. I sigh. I scoot up a bit andthen turn over so I’m on my stomach on top of him,looking at his face. I smile and he kisses me, soft andslow. He tastes like bubble gum. I can see the stubbleon his face, the scar where his brother hit him next tohis eye, all the little details that make him. “I loveyou, sweets,” I say softly. He grins and says, “I loveyou too,” and then he tickles me a bit on my side. Ilaugh and squirm a bit and then I decide to give him atreat.I start. Instead, he got a pure black hand clamped around his mouth. He looked down, noticing the hand was coming out of the tiles below him, and he struggled harder, trying his hardest to scream. No dice, the grip this thing had on him was way too tight. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Get this fucking thing off me! The tile below him started to shimmer like water, and more hands rose out of the ground, dragging him into the now not solid ground. What the fuck’s going on! Fuck! Lemme go! As his head plunged into the. Heather had even started to put ona little weight, which she was very self-conscious about but which I quiteliked - it made her look even more womanly, and gave me more to play within bed. For her 35th birthday I took her back to Paris, where I slipped anew diamond necklace around her neck in front of the Eiffel Tower oncemore, and told her how happy I was that she'd stuck with an odd lesbianlike me, making her cry. I'd made her my woman again that night, but thistime it was in a lavish central.