They were not lush, pouty lips, like Karin’s and yours that would temptingly open to touch and kisses.And they were, subsequently, too often just ca...relessly brushed aside by fumbling fingers and rudely pushed through by clumsy, hole-seeking pricks. It was not that my misshaped – I thought – pussy lacked in nervy sensitivity. I liked and wanted sex. While too proud to be too forward, I was neither frigid nor played hard to get. Still, only one of the dozen or so men ‘I have known’ ever made the. “Uncle Harry, come in,” she said and hugged him tightly.They went into the living room where her father asked Lucky to sit with them on the couch. She was puzzled. Usually, she left them to talk about guy stuff but she did as requested and sat.“Honey, we need to tell you the truth about where I’ve been going every Thursday night.”Lucky nodded at her father. She’d not really believed that he spent all that time at Uncle Harry’s house… and only last night she’d learned the truth. She’d been. Launching up, eyes trying to adjust, feeling warm hands on my bare chest. Panting and gasping, eyes coming to focus on…an angel? Soft eyes meet mine, words like never had I heard before. All I understand is the sound ‘…shhhhhhhh…’So soothingly and suggestive that I have no choice but to lean back. watching her , hands pulling the blanket up over me, just to my chin. Then raising one hand to her face, forking her fingers, drawing them over her eyes so that the lids fall, and then placing the. ”“So. No office party, and no Christmas either?”“Apparently. I’m as stuffed as the turkey I’m not going to eat. There’s no food in my flat because I was going to leave straight from the office. My parents are away so I can’t go there even if I still had a key which I haven’t. I’ll have to see if there are any shops open when we finish. Or else I’ll survive on ancient tins from the back of the cupboard. What a boring Christmas!”Belinda leant back and looked at me.“How do you like the idea of.