I would think about her during my day, wondering what sort of life she had over here. I would think about how she would feel about living in England ...nd then when I saw her ask the things I had been wondering about.At our sessions we would be chatting about our partners, this that and the other while she would be working on my intimate parts. When I came home I would go upstairs and examine her handiwork. I would look at my sculpured fanny and think how wonderful it looked. and how Collette. Now horny, half hard and just a little drunk I walked the block to the adult video store knowing there I could get some relief. I change a five for singles and looked at the options of the videos that were displayed. I didn’t really care but I know it gives the cocksuckers a chance to see me and drool in anticipation. I selected a booth looking to make sure there wasn’t too much spew on the floor and put the dollar in the machine holding the door shut without sliding the lock across. I felt a. Holding hands, we left the hospital and got in my car.We were quiet all the way back to the hotel and even into the room. Morgan said, “Let’s get in bed and then we’ll talk.” I nodded. I grabbed my sleeping boxers and headed for the bathroom. I changed and used the toilet. I came out and Morgan went in. I lay on the bed covered by the sheet. I watched as she came out. She was again absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing tiny panties and a semi-transparent top. I tried with only moderate success. ’ ‘Found a lot of girls beautiful, have you?’ she asked coldly. ‘I don’t know, this has never happened before… not in this situation’ His eyes were big with apology. He removed his hand from his now relaxed crotch. ‘Oh yes? Well, in what other situation does this happen, Mr Fields?’ they sat there, the question hanging in the air, Henry turned red and flexed his hands, and realisation struck her, she was beyond embarrassed, ‘oh.’. He felt his trouser stir again, he always fantasised about.