The Girl With No NameChapter 29 The Scribe
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Another birthday, spent with the wife, a Tuesday in March, usual sort of birthday , a meal with the family the highlight, to most just a meal, to me a mark of the fact I had passed another year and those that matter most have survived with me.
On Saturday I am to receive a present that money can`t buy, and it`s not from my family it`s from a woman I have never met, a married Mum who has a very open sex life which I document for her as well as I am able. Oh don’t get me wrong, I am not off to have sex with this lady per-say, that would be a step too far, well to be honest getting things stiff would be a feat in itself, but I have never cheated on my matron in near 50 years [and by cheating I mean having full sex behind her back] so at my age I don’t have the desire to do that now.
But she and her master have invited me to watch one of her sexual adventures, instead of having to imagine whatever in my mind`s eye. Not you will note to partake but to meet them and observe.
Firstly and sadly I need to slip the noose and go visit without my good ladies knowledge, but my hobby of model railways is the answer to that a visit to a friend’s line. [And yes I do feel guilty before you ask.]
Saturday dawns and I am soon on the road, we live near a 100 miles apart, I arrive at the rendezvous at the appointed time, a service area , neutral ground, though we have chatted for a couple of years I don’t know the home address of this wonderful lady and her family.
Now that you may think is a lack of total trust, well I do know the estate she lives on, and that the house is a semi detached, but on hamster there is some strange folk and she has a family to protect although her hubby happily knows; both of me, her master and her sexual games. It does have a disadvantage I can`t send her presents, cards at valentines, Christmas, birthdays, or whatever. But I do understand, perhaps one day.
I wait her arrival, will she be the little lady she shows in her pictures, the mental image I hold in my brain whenever I write for her. I tremble as I wait, some folk`s use others pictures to add to their security cloak.
Like all ladies she`s just a tad late, only a minute or so but to me a lifetime of will she arrive, is she even real, is this all a giant fantasy of mine. The mind does somersaults as each scenario unfolds as I clutch my coffee.
A voice says “HI” I quickly rise she`s here, just exactly as I imagined, fabulous, doubts all vanish and I feel ashamed at doubting her. I quickly stand slapping down the coffee, stuck unusually for words.
She has dressed for me, dark jacket, white thin blouse, the dark outline of the bra showing through, pencil line dark skirt, heels, but for me the most erotic item is that collar, symbol of her ownership.
We kiss, friendly not sexual, perhaps the hug a little longer on my part than necessary and refusing my offer of coffee we sit for just a moment both taking in the truth of the years of messages, the year`s of wondering, probing, and questioning. I give over a bunch of flowers, not service area flowers, a small token but I can see they mean a lot.
We haltingly chat for a moment most of the questions already covered by our fingers on keys over the past months. I thank her for this opportunity to see into her and her master`s world. Her reply is just as I expected, if her master wished it then she would have met the Pope or Dracula, it was all the same, though she had suggested this for me for the scribing it was his decision at the end of the day.
We left together, friends who walked close but didn’t touch. Showing total faith that I would be there, she had come the short distance to the service area by taxi. It was to be my car to the masters place and she sat quietly next to me, giving instructions at every junction over what I suspect was a longer than normal route to the masters home.
The place was a biggish stand alone place in its own grounds, about 50 yards or more of thick hedges and bushes separating the house from the neighbours on either side. Just perfect for a sexual trysting house, a tidy and well appointed residence.
As always I turned my motor before I parked on the gravel drive, a left over from my army training, a habit subconsciously deep seated, ready for a quick getaway!
I took a deep breath and we got out, her clutching the flowers, she rang the bell and the door soon swang open.
A strong hand gripped mine, clad in a black track suit, a man of about my own height; 6ft and a couple of inches, around 50, muscular fit, dark haired as opposed to my white mop, a man in total charge of his world. “Ray “he greeted me, “your Edd, I`ve read you” then he smiled. My nerves dispelled as he spoke.
Dawn meanwhile had scuttled past him off into the kitchen a vase had appeared and the flowers now in water as he led me in.
He stopped her leaving, saying to me that normally her first duty is to strip to her normal slave dress here. Today she will stand as you have never seen her before and you will remove her clothing for her.
It was an order not a request. I could not believe my luck, I had dreamed of this a million times.
I nod, he understands and he discretely withdraws to another room he knows this is my moment.
For her this is just undressing, to me its way, way, way beyond that, here is my dream woman, she`s dressed in the clothes that in my stories I always dreamed of her wearing and she is now going to stand in this man`s kitchen and allow me, old Eddy, who had imagined he would never again be able to do something this sexual, this fantastic privilege of unwrapping his dream.
She turned to me smiled and dropping her arms in a gesture of surrender, or perhaps the acceptance of the inevitable.
The jacket had by now gone, perhaps in the hall as she came in, shoes first then; give me time to settle my hard beating heart and my breathing to slow at least a little.
I lift her right foot our first sexual contact the foot small, tender, no foot fetishist me but it`s part of her, my fantasy, I lovingly return it to the floor and slip the other off, she stands expectant, a smile playing round her lips.
It`s now or never, I un-button the cuff`s of that thin white blouse our hands touch as I do. Then her hands drop, symbolic of the ships that pass style of this meeting.
In that instant I know I will probably never have such a moment ever again.
She raise`s her chin so I can look deep into her lovely eyes. My hands robotically find the top button, each as if by magic opening easily, my big clumsy fingers surprising me as they nimbly release each in turn.
The blouse slithers like gossamer down her arms and drops like an unnoticed autumn leaf to lie in a pile of white froth on the floor. The smile flits across her face as my expression changes as those lovely 32b breasts laying on the black lacy platforms of their brassier come at last into my view.
To me her slim body is enchanting, contrasting to the overweight matron, love of my life, forgotten in this sexual moment way back in my home town forgive me sweetheart but I can`t resist this last mad adventure.
I slid my hands round her hugging her to my paunchy old body, revelling in the feeling of her chest against me, kissing her neck as I feel for that clasp all men have trouble with, I fumble, and stepping back watch the lacy bra too fall down her trim body. The entire bust is now laid bare in front of my glazed eyes, those nipples erect, dark, hypnotically mesmerising against her creamy skin. They are irresistible, I kiss each in turn, though I can`t keep the master waiting for ever I suspect I would have spent a good hour on these alone.
Again I step close, my hands searching for the zip of the skirt. Unfettered soft breasts press against my shirt, life is good. A button at the top, it releases, the zip slithers down the skirt following slower than the blouse it hangs up on a knee as I kneel bringing my nose to her waist level, wonderful womanly smells, assail my nostrils, nothing bad just real womanly and marvellous. I inhale her aroma, a fantastic memory I know will take to my grave, woman, scent, and god what a mix unique as a fingerprint.
My eyes open she has just holdups and a tiny thong, I slip the holdups down leaving them as loops round the ankles, I have a more interesting item to remove, the last bastion the final frontier that black thong.
The thong slides south and she step`s out raising each ankle to remove the annoying holdups as she did.
There is no hair to be seen anywhere, her cuck hubby Andy has done his work immaculately before he let her leave the house.
She stood legs a little open for me to gaze and to slip my finger into her wet sex, gently exploritorialy, and with a joy no words can express.
She is wet, she breath`s in deeply, a gratifying sign, a great compliment, I kiss her again, and her eyes close hopefully with ecstasy.
We hear a slight sound the moment passes, she scooped up your clothes placing them on a chair, she then turn to me with two items, her chain and her thong, soaked as it is, she thrust it into my hands whispering; “a souvenir” I screw it up touched at the gesture, and pocket the tiny wisp.
She gave me the chain and raised her chin again; I take the hint and clip the chain to the collar, a symbolic gesture, and ‘CLICK’ she is the masters once more.
The master appears timed to perfection as ever. There were no words enough to really express my thanks but I know we both understand. I pass him the lead, simply saying “thank you!”
The master regards me for a moment smiles then turns her naked body to the table; she know the score and leans forward, presenting her lovely receptive little butt.
He slips in a plug, no lube no preamble just a smear across her sex then in the thing went. She groaned.
A ball gag to the mouth next, the red ball stretching her jaws open, she seem to relish it, it`s an indicator she was about to need her screams stifling.
He passes me a cane, “three” he grunted
Wow... really... me... I take the unfamiliar tool in my hand, take a trial swish, I eye my target then with a swish and a slap the cane hits home. Instantly a red line across the alabaster orbs of her seat, a slight twitch and a moan,
A second follows, getting a taste for this feeling of power, then a third rewarding me with an evenly spaced three stripe pattern and the sound of her moans and near screams, like music to my ears.
I return the cane, reluctantly it must be said and I stand to one side waiting his next move.
Hand cuffs appear, two pairs, each to a wrist and a table leg. She lay quietly absorbing the sting of those livid stripes waiting some fresh discomfort from this her sexual master.
She was in luck! It was a vibrator, a large one, buzzing and burbling as he ran the tip up the inside of her right leg. The tip clipped the butt plug, it hesitated, vibrations penetrating deep into her bowel, she groaned as the thing passes on and slides deep into her now slippery sex. Ray pushes the vibe in deep, only the very base ring is visible and he tells her to “grip.”
That will take effort, it`s like holding a wet soap in a hot shower, it takes concentration and he knew it.
Unconcerned He fills the kettle, carefully ignores her, offering me tea, I tell him “black no sugar” and he waves me to a seat, the kettle boils, the beverages made he sits with me and we discuss her predicament. Its matter of fact a conversation such as two men would have about the weather, by now she`s well on her way to yet another climax, we missed the first making tea.
The vibe is relentless, you’re desperate to hold onto the now slippery body of the machine that it will not crash to the floor, unable to use her hands to keep it in place and her only chance lay in squeezing the legs together or using those sex muscles. She was hampered by the wetness from her recent climaxes and the relentless itching vibrations of her assaulter, it`s a subtly vicious circle.
Together we sit drinking tea and laughing at her, adding to her humiliation, her eyes wild, head turned to watch us, drool dripped from the gag, she looked to me awesome and magnificent and I,[well we really] just loved her discomfort.
His voice cuts through my distracted brain, saying that as we are here for my birthday treat she has given him a number of my favourite scenarios and he has picked one, to try he led me up to the play room, two chairs were arranged facing each other about 6 feet apart.
On the floor between them two piles of two books lay flat. I looked askance of him and he chuckled saying it`s not something they had tried before.
He sent me to “take out the vibe and fetch her then we will sit there and watch,” he indicated a seat at the side of the room, adding “oh and the cuffs leave them on her wrists.”
Intrigued now I returned to the kitchen and unlocked the cuffs from the legs of the table, enjoying the removal of the still pulsating vibrator, which to her relief I switched off.
I had not been told to remove the gag so with that in place I helped her to her feet on jelly legs now from the multiple climaxes. Taking the lead like a dancing bear I led her to the stairs and up to the play room.
I handed the lead to the master, taking a grandstand seat.
He led her, her face a mask of surprise, to the books standing her up one foot on each pile of two thick book`s between the chairs.
A wooden stave perhaps 2”in diameter that I had not so far noticed was fetched from where it lay and threaded through her legs and the chair backs.
One wrist was cuffed to the pole in front of her and the second behind, he then made a show of opening the lips of her wet sex straddling her clit against the pole.
His final act was to remove the books and come and sit with me. Her weight now directly taken on the balls of her feet, those shapely legs quickly showing the stress, trembling, as the straining to keep her sex from the hard pole began.
Master stood and removed her ball gag, saying “we will want to hear your pain my lover, [indicating me with a sweep of the hand] we will enjoy that, it`s you that won`t.”
She was told to tell us of her feelings as the time went on, she started by saying she was tired, having climaxed a number of times already, her legs trembled and her tired arched feet began to rest her sex hard on to the pole, she speechlessly groaned unable to string words together as her weight went on and off, as she alternated the foot support pain and the sexual stress.
Ray again sat, asking what it was like, telling her he was going to have her later bruised or not, occasionally standing and slapping her rump to make her plight worse. She was sweating now, beginning to be vocal in her desperate please for release, suddenly without any extra reason she began to raise her noise a decibel, she screamed, before calling out: POPPY, POPPY, POPPY he slipped the books back and quickly released her hands it must have been their safe word. He turned to me and said in all the time I have known Dawn this is the first time she has ever capitulated, I congratulate you. By now he was helping her from the pole the centre of which was visibly wet.
I`m going to sleep with her now, gently and with care, I hope you have enjoyed her, my friend, and with that they went off to his bed her blowing me a kiss through her tears as they went and I took the hint quietly taking my leave feeling just a little guilty it needs saying.
Did I enjoy it? You bet,
Was it sexual? Well I`ve enjoyed it over and over since her wet thong in the drawer now long dry but that womanly smell priceless.
My last great adventure was now over
Another birthday, spent with the wife, a Tuesday in March, usual sort of birthday , a meal with the family the highlight, to most just a meal, to me a mark of the fact I had passed another year and those that matter most have survived with me.
On Saturday I am to receive a present that money can`t buy, and it`s not from my family it`s from a woman I have never met, a married Mum who has a very open sex life which I document for her as well as I am able. Oh don’t get me wrong, I am not off to have sex with this lady per-say, that would be a step too far, well to be honest getting things stiff would be a feat in itself, but I have never cheated on my matron in near 50 years [and by cheating I mean having full sex behind her back] so at my age I don’t have the desire to do that now.
But she and her master have invited me to watch one of her sexual adventures, instead of having to imagine whatever in my mind`s eye. Not you will note to partake but to meet them and observe.
Firstly and sadly I need to slip the noose and go visit without my good ladies knowledge, but my hobby of model railways is the answer to that a visit to a friend’s line. [And yes I do feel guilty before you ask.]
Saturday dawns and I am soon on the road, we live near a 100 miles apart, I arrive at the rendezvous at the appointed time, a service area , neutral ground, though we have chatted for a couple of years I don’t know the home address of this wonderful lady and her family.
Now that you may think is a lack of total trust, well I do know the estate she lives on, and that the house is a semi detached, but on hamster there is some strange folk and she has a family to protect although her hubby happily knows; both of me, her master and her sexual games. It does have a disadvantage I can`t send her presents, cards at valentines, Christmas, birthdays, or whatever. But I do understand, perhaps one day.
I wait her arrival, will she be the little lady she shows in her pictures, the mental image I hold in my brain whenever I write for her. I tremble as I wait, some folk`s use others pictures to add to their security cloak.
Like all ladies she`s just a tad late, only a minute or so but to me a lifetime of will she arrive, is she even real, is this all a giant fantasy of mine. The mind does somersaults as each scenario unfolds as I clutch my coffee.
A voice says “HI” I quickly rise she`s here, just exactly as I imagined, fabulous, doubts all vanish and I feel ashamed at doubting her. I quickly stand slapping down the coffee, stuck unusually for words.
She has dressed for me, dark jacket, white thin blouse, the dark outline of the bra showing through, pencil line dark skirt, heels, but for me the most erotic item is that collar, symbol of her ownership.
We kiss, friendly not sexual, perhaps the hug a little longer on my part than necessary and refusing my offer of coffee we sit for just a moment both taking in the truth of the years of messages, the year`s of wondering, probing, and questioning. I give over a bunch of flowers, not service area flowers, a small token but I can see they mean a lot.
We haltingly chat for a moment most of the questions already covered by our fingers on keys over the past months. I thank her for this opportunity to see into her and her master`s world. Her reply is just as I expected, if her master wished it then she would have met the Pope or Dracula, it was all the same, though she had suggested this for me for the scribing it was his decision at the end of the day.
We left together, friends who walked close but didn’t touch. Showing total faith that I would be there, she had come the short distance to the service area by taxi. It was to be my car to the masters place and she sat quietly next to me, giving instructions at every junction over what I suspect was a longer than normal route to the masters home.
The place was a biggish stand alone place in its own grounds, about 50 yards or more of thick hedges and bushes separating the house from the neighbours on either side. Just perfect for a sexual trysting house, a tidy and well appointed residence.
As always I turned my motor before I parked on the gravel drive, a left over from my army training, a habit subconsciously deep seated, ready for a quick getaway!
I took a deep breath and we got out, her clutching the flowers, she rang the bell and the door soon swang open.
A strong hand gripped mine, clad in a black track suit, a man of about my own height; 6ft and a couple of inches, around 50, muscular fit, dark haired as opposed to my white mop, a man in total charge of his world. “Ray “he greeted me, “your Edd, I`ve read you” then he smiled. My nerves dispelled as he spoke.
Dawn meanwhile had scuttled past him off into the kitchen a vase had appeared and the flowers now in water as he led me in.
He stopped her leaving, saying to me that normally her first duty is to strip to her normal slave dress here. Today she will stand as you have never seen her before and you will remove her clothing for her.
It was an order not a request. I could not believe my luck, I had dreamed of this a million times.
I nod, he understands and he discretely withdraws to another room he knows this is my moment.
For her this is just undressing, to me its way, way, way beyond that, here is my dream woman, she`s dressed in the clothes that in my stories I always dreamed of her wearing and she is now going to stand in this man`s kitchen and allow me, old Eddy, who had imagined he would never again be able to do something this sexual, this fantastic privilege of unwrapping his dream.
She turned to me smiled and dropping her arms in a gesture of surrender, or perhaps the acceptance of the inevitable.
The jacket had by now gone, perhaps in the hall as she came in, shoes first then; give me time to settle my hard beating heart and my breathing to slow at least a little.
I lift her right foot our first sexual contact the foot small, tender, no foot fetishist me but it`s part of her, my fantasy, I lovingly return it to the floor and slip the other off, she stands expectant, a smile playing round her lips.
It`s now or never, I un-button the cuff`s of that thin white blouse our hands touch as I do. Then her hands drop, symbolic of the ships that pass style of this meeting.
In that instant I know I will probably never have such a moment ever again.
She raise`s her chin so I can look deep into her lovely eyes. My hands robotically find the top button, each as if by magic opening easily, my big clumsy fingers surprising me as they nimbly release each in turn.
The blouse slithers like gossamer down her arms and drops like an unnoticed autumn leaf to lie in a pile of white froth on the floor. The smile flits across her face as my expression changes as those lovely 32b breasts laying on the black lacy platforms of their brassier come at last into my view.
To me her slim body is enchanting, contrasting to the overweight matron, love of my life, forgotten in this sexual moment way back in my home town forgive me sweetheart but I can`t resist this last mad adventure.
I slid my hands round her hugging her to my paunchy old body, revelling in the feeling of her chest against me, kissing her neck as I feel for that clasp all men have trouble with, I fumble, and stepping back watch the lacy bra too fall down her trim body. The entire bust is now laid bare in front of my glazed eyes, those nipples erect, dark, hypnotically mesmerising against her creamy skin. They are irresistible, I kiss each in turn, though I can`t keep the master waiting for ever I suspect I would have spent a good hour on these alone.
Again I step close, my hands searching for the zip of the skirt. Unfettered soft breasts press against my shirt, life is good. A button at the top, it releases, the zip slithers down the skirt following slower than the blouse it hangs up on a knee as I kneel bringing my nose to her waist level, wonderful womanly smells, assail my nostrils, nothing bad just real womanly and marvellous. I inhale her aroma, a fantastic memory I know will take to my grave, woman, scent, and god what a mix unique as a fingerprint.
My eyes open she has just holdups and a tiny thong, I slip the holdups down leaving them as loops round the ankles, I have a more interesting item to remove, the last bastion the final frontier that black thong.
The thong slides south and she step`s out raising each ankle to remove the annoying holdups as she did.
There is no hair to be seen anywhere, her cuck hubby Andy has done his work immaculately before he let her leave the house.
She stood legs a little open for me to gaze and to slip my finger into her wet sex, gently exploritorialy, and with a joy no words can express.
She is wet, she breath`s in deeply, a gratifying sign, a great compliment, I kiss her again, and her eyes close hopefully with ecstasy.
We hear a slight sound the moment passes, she scooped up your clothes placing them on a chair, she then turn to me with two items, her chain and her thong, soaked as it is, she thrust it into my hands whispering; “a souvenir” I screw it up touched at the gesture, and pocket the tiny wisp.
She gave me the chain and raised her chin again; I take the hint and clip the chain to the collar, a symbolic gesture, and ‘CLICK’ she is the masters once more.
The master appears timed to perfection as ever. There were no words enough to really express my thanks but I know we both understand. I pass him the lead, simply saying “thank you!”
The master regards me for a moment smiles then turns her naked body to the table; she know the score and leans forward, presenting her lovely receptive little butt.
He slips in a plug, no lube no preamble just a smear across her sex then in the thing went. She groaned.
A ball gag to the mouth next, the red ball stretching her jaws open, she seem to relish it, it`s an indicator she was about to need her screams stifling.
He passes me a cane, “three” he grunted
Wow... really... me... I take the unfamiliar tool in my hand, take a trial swish, I eye my target then with a swish and a slap the cane hits home. Instantly a red line across the alabaster orbs of her seat, a slight twitch and a moan,
A second follows, getting a taste for this feeling of power, then a third rewarding me with an evenly spaced three stripe pattern and the sound of her moans and near screams, like music to my ears.
I return the cane, reluctantly it must be said and I stand to one side waiting his next move.
Hand cuffs appear, two pairs, each to a wrist and a table leg. She lay quietly absorbing the sting of those livid stripes waiting some fresh discomfort from this her sexual master.
She was in luck! It was a vibrator, a large one, buzzing and burbling as he ran the tip up the inside of her right leg. The tip clipped the butt plug, it hesitated, vibrations penetrating deep into her bowel, she groaned as the thing passes on and slides deep into her now slippery sex. Ray pushes the vibe in deep, only the very base ring is visible and he tells her to “grip.”
That will take effort, it`s like holding a wet soap in a hot shower, it takes concentration and he knew it.
Unconcerned He fills the kettle, carefully ignores her, offering me tea, I tell him “black no sugar” and he waves me to a seat, the kettle boils, the beverages made he sits with me and we discuss her predicament. Its matter of fact a conversation such as two men would have about the weather, by now she`s well on her way to yet another climax, we missed the first making tea.
The vibe is relentless, you’re desperate to hold onto the now slippery body of the machine that it will not crash to the floor, unable to use her hands to keep it in place and her only chance lay in squeezing the legs together or using those sex muscles. She was hampered by the wetness from her recent climaxes and the relentless itching vibrations of her assaulter, it`s a subtly vicious circle.
Together we sit drinking tea and laughing at her, adding to her humiliation, her eyes wild, head turned to watch us, drool dripped from the gag, she looked to me awesome and magnificent and I,[well we really] just loved her discomfort.
His voice cuts through my distracted brain, saying that as we are here for my birthday treat she has given him a number of my favourite scenarios and he has picked one, to try he led me up to the play room, two chairs were arranged facing each other about 6 feet apart.
On the floor between them two piles of two books lay flat. I looked askance of him and he chuckled saying it`s not something they had tried before.
He sent me to “take out the vibe and fetch her then we will sit there and watch,” he indicated a seat at the side of the room, adding “oh and the cuffs leave them on her wrists.”
Intrigued now I returned to the kitchen and unlocked the cuffs from the legs of the table, enjoying the removal of the still pulsating vibrator, which to her relief I switched off.
I had not been told to remove the gag so with that in place I helped her to her feet on jelly legs now from the multiple climaxes. Taking the lead like a dancing bear I led her to the stairs and up to the play room.
I handed the lead to the master, taking a grandstand seat.
He led her, her face a mask of surprise, to the books standing her up one foot on each pile of two thick book`s between the chairs.
A wooden stave perhaps 2”in diameter that I had not so far noticed was fetched from where it lay and threaded through her legs and the chair backs.
One wrist was cuffed to the pole in front of her and the second behind, he then made a show of opening the lips of her wet sex straddling her clit against the pole.
His final act was to remove the books and come and sit with me. Her weight now directly taken on the balls of her feet, those shapely legs quickly showing the stress, trembling, as the straining to keep her sex from the hard pole began.
Master stood and removed her ball gag, saying “we will want to hear your pain my lover, [indicating me with a sweep of the hand] we will enjoy that, it`s you that won`t.”
She was told to tell us of her feelings as the time went on, she started by saying she was tired, having climaxed a number of times already, her legs trembled and her tired arched feet began to rest her sex hard on to the pole, she speechlessly groaned unable to string words together as her weight went on and off, as she alternated the foot support pain and the sexual stress.
Ray again sat, asking what it was like, telling her he was going to have her later bruised or not, occasionally standing and slapping her rump to make her plight worse. She was sweating now, beginning to be vocal in her desperate please for release, suddenly without any extra reason she began to raise her noise a decibel, she screamed, before calling out: POPPY, POPPY, POPPY he slipped the books back and quickly released her hands it must have been their safe word. He turned to me and said in all the time I have known Dawn this is the first time she has ever capitulated, I congratulate you. By now he was helping her from the pole the centre of which was visibly wet.
I`m going to sleep with her now, gently and with care, I hope you have enjoyed her, my friend, and with that they went off to his bed her blowing me a kiss through her tears as they went and I took the hint quietly taking my leave feeling just a little guilty it needs saying.
Did I enjoy it? You bet,
Was it sexual? Well I`ve enjoyed it over and over since her wet thong in the drawer now long dry but that womanly smell priceless.
My last great adventure was now over
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