Which brought uncomfortable issues to mind. Like the body he/she now wore. Morgana, oh, how the similarities of name lulled him/her into accepting ...the new one without rancor or argument, drew on the steel within and forced him/herself to begin a slow self examination.Hands, a safe, non-sexual place to begin. Or so he/she had thought. Morgana?s hands were small, pale, and delicate in appearance. An almost perfectly oval palm, long, slender fingers and thumb tipped with well cared for nails. My dad did break up with Debra, but now they've got a kid and he's taking care of him. But my dad ... he's the same in a lot of ways ... drinking with his friends, running around on his Harley, got a new girlfriend ... it's like he doesn't give a shit about anything ... and I was by myself most of the time I was in Lincoln ... just kinda wandered around ... it was fucking cold the whole time I was there ... and I kinda realized that Lincoln was ... I don't know if this'll make any sense to you. She knew she could turn men's heads but she also knew that if they fucked her, it was partially their decision as much as hers and she was pretty sure they wouldn't have sex with her if they didn't want to.With that in mind, Brenda had dressed before school that morning with the conscious intent of staying after school and seducing Mr. Richey. She hoped she'd get a lot of sexy male attention during the day before the last bell rang, but the only male she really wanted a hard response from was. “Fucking hell.”The lift doors opened, in front of me a huge room, with a bar off to the right. Ahead and to my left was all glass, giving an uninterrupted view of the river and the city. Lothar was there. I stepped forward, shoulders back, tits out. I walked proudly. Why shouldn’t. I was naked, but for my heels. My makeup was how I’d done it that night I fucked Lothar. The first time I had been paid to have sex. I knew I looked good. Looked hot. My breasts moved gently as I walked across the.