Hi Jill, me again. I wanted to add a few things to my email of earlier. I suppose you could have guessed that after Peter left, June and I spent much of an hour kissing. Oh gosh does she kiss good. When we finally came up for air, she giggled and said, “Sorry about the coffee.” I shook my head and grinned. I said, “Sorry about interrupting you guys.” “Oh gosh,” she said, “You just made it better.”

“I loved watching you when he fucked you against the fridge,” I told her. “The way your toes curled when you came.”

“They do?”

“Uh huh.”

“Also something else came to mind.”

“What?”

“Refrigerator magnets. We don’t have any.”

“Do we need them?”

“In case we want to put a message up,” I said.

“What kind of message?” June asked.

“I’ll show you,” I said.

I backed her into the kitchen, until she was pressed against the refrigerator door. We kissed. While we kissed, my hand went to her sex. I took it slow at first, my fingertip barely grazing the soft pink cowl that covers her clit. My caresses were like slow moons, but when my finger smoothed its way into the snug warm sheath of her cunt she was already swampy.

I finger fucked her for a minute or so and then retreated to her clit, but frisky this time, and when I when back to her cunt she clamped on my finger almost immediately, cascades of girl juice drenching my hand. “Look at me,” I told her. “Look at me while you come.” She did her best. I took her through four or five orgasms, until the froth of her cum covered my palm and she sank to the kitchen floor.

“Oh my gosh,” she groaned. “I like that message.”

“Yeah,” I said, “but...”

I took the sketch I’d made earlier, slathered the back of it with June’s stickiness, and pasted it to the refrigerator door. Then I helped her up so she could see.

“Will it come off?” she asked.

“Never,” I said. “And you know what else?”

“What?”

“There’s so much room for more.”

Stay tuned.