The masculine feel to the living area and the hot embrace depicted in the picture above the mantel had raised the fiery desire within Ashley to a new ...height. The two had spoken no words since entering the house. Ashley liked it better that way. No pretenses or hyped expressions. They both knew why they were in Chad’s living area. Chad removed his shirt and threw it on the other sofa. His hand rubbed up his body, over his pecs, and he tweaked each of his nipples with his fingertips. Ashley. He felt his hair aroundhis shoulders- he couldn't see that the cap was now a pretty whiteheadband. His oversized sneakers were now perfectly sized grey suedeankle boots with a two inch heel."Oh my God! How?" he thought, stunned for a moment. He then ran intothe closest building, heels clacking on the sidewalk. Under his arm hecarried his grey leather purse, which had up until seconds ago been hisbook bag.He found a men's room and thanked God it was empty. He ducked into theonly stall, and. Nothing in life is free, he thought.“Silly me” Stephen was thinking. “I thought Latoya and her friend were just after a bit of cock for themselves and that bit of cock was going to my lucky little penis. Nothing in life is every that simple, is it?” Stephen was thinking this but said nothing. He just stood their in his birthday suit with his willie hanging limply and slightly to the left of his balls. He looked at Latoya waiting for her to finish.Latoya continued when she thought Stephen was. Today, he would finish his painting in the tomb of an overseer. It was a project that was no challenge to his skill, but a necessity if he wished to have the means to complete the preparations for his own journey into the afterlife. By now, he should have been able to pick and choose only those jobs that indulged his passion for painting and increased his status, but such was not to be.Though he didn’t blame her, Isetnofret certainly blamed herself. Her wealthy husband had passed from.