You reach up pulling my zipper down. I star to push my pants down when you slap my hands. I let go and lay there at your mercy. You slowly pull my p...ants down as I pull my tie and shirts off. I now sit on the bed in just my boxers.You look up at me with lust in your eyes. I feel your hand run up my thighs. I look down and see your object of desire. You eyes are fixed upon the head of my cock peaking out of the top of my boxers. I fall back onto the bed as your delicate hand reachs its. She made her way to the back corner and sat down. Taking a deep breath, she slid her hand under her towel. Constantly alert, she began to play with herself, breathing in the steam and thinking of her handsome stud. Her hand unwrapping her towel, she reached for her breasts, cupping herself and pinching her nipples. Little sounds of passion began to escape her lips as she envisioned what he would do to her. Quickly scanning the foggy room the best she could, she opened up her legs and felt her. ." Can't you see I'm busy here? Who are you?" I ask impatiently."Why, I'm Father Time! Don't you recognize me? I been keeping you company right down through the Decades. I keep picking your pocket but you're a stubborn one. You just keep right on a comin'," he laughed."But don't count on doing that for much longer, in fact, I wouldn't buy anything on time if I was you." You're Father Time... ? Sure you are Hoss!" I laughed. About now—with my literary well completely dry—Heck ... I needed a. Sometimes one person thinks that the other person is as unfeeling as they themselves are." You know about this," she observed."We talked about Darcy, baby..." Darcy was the girl I thought I was headed toward marrying a couple years after my wife and daughter had been killed in the car crash. "She didn't see her connection with me as being that important, and derived that mine with her was as weak." You're saying that some people think that how strongly THEY feel is how strong others feel." She.