At least that’s what she kept telling herself.Now she’d come home to check in with her family, repack and maybe grab a bite before hurrying back t...o her dorm and a long night of much needed sleep. That’s when exhausted and sleep-deprived, with every muscle and opening in her weary body sore and aching from a weekend of endless, exhilarating sex, she found herself facing the prospect of yet more sex, only this time with another man, with Jimmy, the man she wanted to marry.When she had trudged. Besides, there's no way you could tell me everything. Something in your childhood may have made you this way." Yes, Martin. Something did happen, but it's not fair to say it made me this way. I am a product of my own decision making, right?"He seemed to be ignoring my question, which I noticed as I began to wake up again. "What happened?"I took a deep breath. "Lie down on my bed. If you let me lay on your chest I'll tell you." Sure."I felt I still wasn't very far from falling asleep, and. As i entered the front room my eyes were immediately drawn to the clothes airer drying clothes on the balcony, there right in front of me on the airer were around half a dozen pairs of natural tights and the same amount of very lacey/skimpy panties,i found it hard to concentrate and as i watched the cool late afternoon air move the nylon to and fro as it dried,i swear i felt a drop of pre-cum drip out of my cock.I had to strain not to make my nylon obsession obvious and concentrate and be. ." Mattie said surprising me a little with her candor, though by now we'd arrived in the kitchen area where Myra was just finishing up with the prepared salad she'd created, saving me an awkward response."So, Mattie ... like I said, he certainly doesn't look like any sort of serial killer, or a rapist now does he?"I was a little taken aback by that, though I shouldn't have been too surprised by her comment either. I'm sure they'd had a pretty lively discussion once Myra had informed her by.