"It's wonderful. But its cold," Madeleine said. "Let's go back in." Fair enough," said Krysta as she led the way inside. "But it is fantastic isn't it... Tell me you love it."A few minutes later they were in the warm. Pump Cottage, a small brick and flint, tile roofed, building was tucked in beside the great brick tower of the pump. The living room was small but cosy. The kitchen led straight off it, built as an afterthought on the back of the building. Beside that another room served as a dining. “Well what do you think?” Gina asked again.“Are you being serious or is this a wind up?” Mark replied.“I’m 100% serious, I need to do something to help get my Alex back to his old self.”“Nah this is some kind of wind up, is Alex waiting outside somewhere?”“Absolutely not, he’s sat at home doing nothing.” Gina started to worry, Mark would not take her seriously so she would need to do something else, she couldn’t just wait till the weekend and present herself in case it backfired on her. “Why. And while we are at it, we are going to do some work on your brows and nails." Really?" Yep. I can't wait for Sandra to see her remade girl." I am really nervous about this." I know, love, but you will be fine. Just trust me. Honestly, I have been thinking about this day for sometime now. I knew that, at some point, you would want more than just tits and a nice ass. By the way, you have developed a nice figure. Lots of women will be envious of what you have naturally." Thanks, I guess." When we. Smarter women. Women who ran art galleries. Women who were lawyers. Women who could bench press more than I could. But none of the relationships ever took. It was then that I noticed that when I closed my eyes at night, or when I touched myself, all I could see was Molly with her red hair all around my pillow. She’d smile and kiss me slow gentle kisses at the moment when I’d begin my orgasm, I’d imagine her looking up at me in great surprise and with a tenderness reserved for virgins coming of.