I was surprised at my own reaction because I thought I would feel a little strange at being examined so closely. Instead I found myself extremely exci...ted at her attention. Her breath was warm on my exposed flesh, really getting me going underneath my thong. Delicately, she lifted the ring up with her index finger so she could see the picture of the Playboy bunny. “That’s very cute. Did it hurt?” “Actually, it feels pretty nice,” I said, looking intently into her eyes. In reality, her soft. I'm 1/8" under six foot tall and keep my body hair free. I could rattle off my chest, arms and legs measurements, but that's not really the point of this story. It just helps to know that this all began in my gym. My best friend Chris and I were working chest on the flat bench when this guy came up and asked if he could work in with us. Normally this is not a problem and we don't mind, especially when it's busy, which it was. But this guy stood 5'6", weighed about 140 and had string beans for. She has short brunette hair and is only about 5' 5". She also has a small tattoo of the Essendon Bombers Football club on her lower left abdomen. I know this because Sheryl and I used to be an item a few years back. We'd had a wild time back in the early 80's fucking our way through Uni. She used to pick up blokes in pubs and take them to a motel where she would fuck them ragged and then nick money from them. On a number of occasions we had threesomes with other friends and that's how I met. Now the only sound he was making was a whimpering sound and his only action was reaching for the man. Martha felt a need, an urgent need, to step closer to the old man's bedside so she did. Sean strained his little arms towards the man's stick thin hand that was clutching the bed rail so Martha bent slightly so Sean could reach him.Two things happened when Sean's hand touched the old man's hand. Sean instantly became calm, and seemed to relax in Martha's arms. The old man's breath rattled one.