When I read in the Sport about Miss Debbie Quorel’s studio in Stoke on Trent, I had to go there, even though it was miles, and look at the photos in...the catalogue the lady on reception had. I was hoping Miss Debbie might be there, even be in the middle of a photo-shoot and pop out the door wearing a sex-queen outfit to talk to the receptionist, making me spunk my pants in the process. But I did cum in my pants looking at the lovely pics in the catalogue and asking the lady if I could buy some. I know what it would involve. It's not that repulsive," she giggled. "I don't lust after you, Brian. Kissing you didn't make my panties wet. But you are the strongest, bravest, most caring and loving, intelligent, and thoughtful man I have ever met. A woman wants that to be passed to her children. Every woman in your household wants that. Maybe in the whole clan. What I want you to know is that I see it in you. I wish that I had been able to see that strength of character when we were growing. . Enjoy!The Watcher I turn the bucket upside down and sink down on it with a sigh, stretching my legs. My non-smoker's cigarette break always takes place in the dark corner of the equipment room of the gym, a place so stacked with weights and gear and mats and broken treadmills that they swallow up the sounds from outside. It's not silent by a long stretch, but it's the best it gets in this whole building. And there's something about the greasy, musty smell that I like, and about the windowless. With mylong blonde hair up in an updo ponytail or pigtails, I looked like abimbo without any trouble at all. Prissy-Sissy mantra. During this timeI also noticed that Jessica was losing weight. I remarked about it whenI first noticed it and she said, "Yeah, Jason keeps her busy doing funthings." Then she leaned close to me and in a low voice so no one elsecould hear, "And he's fucking my ass off, literally. And it feelsgreat," and giggled like a school-girl and I joined her.About a month after.