Susan an interlude with Don
Susan pulled her knees up a little further, which had what she usually would call an odd benefit. It thrust her bottom further behind her. The deep sensations pulsed through her and she felt another chill run completely through her body. Don was whispering in her ear, telling her what a good cook she was. She remembered him discussing cooking once in an email a year, maybe a year and a half ago. It was amazing how well she remembered what he had written in all those letters. Don shifted his...