He’d even found himself glad for the excuse to return, pleased at the prospect of seeing his old home and seeing to some odds and ends that surely n...eeded his attention. But he hadn’t counted on things being so bad. He expected some work, sure; some overseeing minor changes here and there, some time spent with his small folk to bolster their spirits and show them that he was a real and true person, and though he was occupied elsewhere, he did still exist, and he did still care. The truth of the. She asked if I could come over later in the afternoon as she had a bank appointment that day and would be home later to show me what she wanted done. As I pulled up in front of her house she was standing by her 1974 Camaro. She was dressed in a tight gray skirt, heels and a black satin-like blouse. She looked unbelievable and I could feel my cock start to twinge. Composing myself, I got out and approached her car. She asked if I could take out two boxes of ceramic tile from the trunk. As I. Now you have come and I can hardly wait for you to enter. I stand at the back of the long hall, itching to rush to the door and loving the exquisite prolongation of this moment, my body becoming weaker, my love for you becoming stronger. From my warm secret hiding place deep in the dark of my house I see your silhouette through the frosted glass. You press your nose to it and you see nothing but shadow. Already penetrating through the door, I can feel the heat of your body . It pulses and. ”Garrett looked shocked and Anya laughed. Her hands slid down and cupped my ass. “It seems she is still pissed at you.”“It appears so,” he said softly. “But darling, you two should move away from the bar, it seems people would like to drink.” He smiled at the few people standing close by with empty glasses, bent down, picked up my dress and walked into the dining room.Anya took my hand and I followed her into the empty room. She pulled me closer, kissing me hard. I may have been upset with her.