I shudder as you move your hands under my tshirt, feeling the pleasure as your hands move across my bare skin, down past my hips, softly placing your ...finger tips into my waistband. I move my hands round to your front, I can feel how hard you are, I gently massage your bulging cock through your pants, feel it straining against the material when I stroke it..you react to my body so perfectly, you know what I want to do. I slowly undo your belt, careful not to make too much noise, conscious that. She made her way to the shelter, grabbing her stuff from the back where they had locked it up for her. A large duffel. A bunch of clothes and a few personal things. She made her way back to Janey's, this time taking the bus. When she got there, it was already almost 5pm and she knocked, even though she had the key. A moment later, Janey opened the door. "Hey..you have a key you know," Janey smiled, stepping back. She felt her face heat and she nodded, "Didn't want to...in case you changed your. Thenmy lips ? a foundation colour, top colour, lip liner, blotting andgloss.All the while, Claire was busy on my manicure and when she'd finishedone hand I held it up to take a look. She'd attached false nails to myfingers in bright red. I was shocked to see the sight at the end of mynow hairless hand, making my fingers look so feminine. She started workon my other hand. Fiona awoke me from my stunned silence."I think we've got your face looking great, Richard, though I must sayyou don't. There it went. I had negotiated thebend. Does it get easier with time, I wondered. When Doris entersme, will she be able to manage that bend?Ah, but now it was sliding smoothly in, and the filled feelingsuddenly turned into a pleasant fullness. I've read so manystories in which the pain of being taken suddenly turned topleasure, and I had never believed it. Too facile by half. Butthat was what was happening to me. To say that the pain was gonewas an exaggeration, but there was something almost.