After making the soup I made my way to the living room where I had paused the DVD I was watching. I pressed play to start the DVD again. My soup was o...n a tray so I didn’t worry about making a mess or making splash marks; however once I had finished my soup I looked around and looked down at my shirt… I hadn’t realised while I was eating but I had got soup all down my new shirt. My dad would surely kill me! He had only bought this silk blouse for me the day before; it had cost him £115. I. Mr. Smith was half-seated on one of the desks. One leg was rested on a chair. He didnt even bother hiding his arousal, so evident beneath his khaki pants. Taylors eyes widened as her gaze remained transfixed on his bulging erection. Catching herself too late, she looked up at his eyes. They held the same laid-back expression he always had, but there was an unfamiliar intensity in his face, a sort of strain, as if he were struggling to hold himself back. He slid down into the chair and tapped. I still felt like I had been robbed of my body and of my life,but I was slowly resigning myself to the fact, that there was little tono chance that I would ever get it back. This little body that I nowwore, although very hot, was of little use to me. It was a weak woman'sbody, it wouldn't let me do what I wanted to do, and now even my sexlife was gone. There was no way I was going to let a man come near me,and without my cock, I wasn't going to get to shag any more girls. Ineeded to get out. He was, by nature, a kind guy and even though he was clearly reluctant at first, he had shown her a great deal of tenderness during their brief affair. A fresh wave of tears spilled from Marcy's eyes. "I could sure use some of that tenderness now," she thought to herself. She recalled how, when Bert and Jeff had left them, Paul sought her out in her bedroom, with only the purest intentions of raising her spirits. She lamented how unlikely he was to make such an overture to her now. The more she.