As Sophie headedto her bedroom to change, though, a wave of guilt washed over her asshe realised that however stressed out she was about her parents, ...herproblems were trivial compared to those of her friends.Sophie frowned as she gazed over at the stripped, unclaimed bed in thecorner of the room that used to belong to Rachel Lyscombe, but whichhadn?t been slept in in weeks. Following her attack, Rachel hadtemporarily stayed at her parents? home, but as the days went on, thatarrangement. And you begin to write! In the meantime, I admire your hand strokes as you scribble down what it is that you have to say. Apparently, it’d seem that you may have always had something you wanted to express, but perhaps you were initially reluctant to share it. And now with your brand-new enthusiasm, surely at last I can see you publishing your thoughts. But what’s it that you’re writing? Is it a sexual fantasy, a secret desire, or even a fetish? And maybe, perchance, it’s so kinky and perverted. She glanced down. Hey! Looks good! He came up onto his knees, pushing her gently back, moving their shirts to make a pillow for her head. She smiled up at him, reaching out and running her fingers along his hardness, delighting in the feel, velvet over rubber over steel. He blew her a kiss, moving down, moving her ankles apart. He grinned up at her. ‘You’ve got me so excited, I think I’ll go off first pop, so we’ll see if I can remember what one of my widow-ladies taught me.’ His head went down. I removed the panties with my back to the screen, slowly, almostreluctantly, unaware of the teasing striptease I was giving him beforeI turned around until I was again facing the screen again, my face aburning fire of embarrassment.?Very nice, you are going to become mine soon now girl, then we willreally have fun. Now go to the cupboard and get your clothes for theevening."I opened the cupboard door and inside was another small pile ofclothes, a sheer pair of powder pink panties on top, I.