The Landlady’s Dog 2.

Suddenly, Carol felt her passionate neighbor slipping downward in the bed. She popped her eyes open, raising her head to watch in excited anticipation as the older girl’s voluptuous white curves slithered warmly downward on top of her, easing Carol’s own legs and thighs insistently apart with the wedging pressure of her supple, shapely body.

In Bed With Rachel

Nate Grey recovered a lot quicker than I would have suspected. Whilst we had been busy… entertaining his “sister”, his incredible psionic powers were working on repairing the damage the psionic resonance had inflicted on his mind – now he had full access to his intelligence again, but I suspected that his “openness” to commands

A Routine Sunday

In which a routine marriage is revived by the vagrancies of the weather and the attentions of a good neighbour. That fateful Sunday started off with the same old routine. We’d been married for just three years, Michelle and I, but that was enough for us to settle into that comfortable routine. Work was routine,

My training worked well

“You know what?” Caroline was talking softly and I knew she was saying something confidential. “What.” “Henderson told me: *no one* is being laid off.” “No one?” I responded, surprised. I did manage to whisper it. “No one,” she repeated. I think she looked relieved. *I* certainly was: we were all on pins and needles