) While he un-dresses, she just sits on the edge of the bed, breathingdeeply, watching him. She wants to be passive with him.Her beautiful bright ey...es flicking over his body makehim hard. As he walks toward her she gazes at his stiffcock. He kneels between her perfect legs and they kissdeeply, her breasts and tight tummy pressed against him.He reaches between her legs and finds her mound andtouches it. It’s the first time he’s touched her thereand she says “ohh”.. She had not expected that at all! For a long while they just sat there like that, with John crying softly. It was clear to Cathy that it was a great emotional relief for him to have said that. But what now?"There now, I love you even more than always. Sit up and let's talk about it," said Cathy as she gently forced John to look up."Will I get to wear a beautiful evening dress like the ladies in the picture on the Mozart record cover?" asked John, giving a huge sigh and a sniff, but eyes all. Before those bodies drop, I am at his shoulder as two more bodies lift their heads and shoulders and raise their guns from behind smelly fish-cleaning counter-height troughs. I see you in slow motion. My measured, even breathing doesn’t change. My expression doesn’t change. I sense their rodent-like vulnerability to this woman. These miserable misguided men who so hate women struggle fiercely, desperately now, before me for their lives, but unfortunately for them, they move in slow motion in. ”“I don’t mind. I really like to make people happy.”“Do you like sugar and milk in your tea?”“Yes. Thank you.”Mr. Raymond poured the hot water into two mugs and put the tea bags into the cup. He waited until the teabag seeped into the water. When it was ready, he threw out the tea bag and put the milk and sugar into the mug.He carried the tea into the living room and Kay followed. “Here you go, dear. So, tell me what is going on with cheering. You look beautiful in your outfit.”The old man.