I've come to the conclusion he's a commitment phobe. 'We used to do a bit of spanking and stuff. Nothing that serious. I enjoyed it, and so did she up...to a point. Problem was, I wanted to take it a bit further. I even went out to Anne Summers, got a couple of things. She wasn't keen, said it was too sore when I whacked her one with this little riding crop I got. She buggered off soon after that.' He looked so sad I felt sorry for him.'Well, I can tell you Jenny's tougher than that. Must have. As I knelt down in front of her I lifted up her skirt and said “Hold your skirt up”, as she did I ran my finger up the gusset of her knickers, she gasped. As she leaned against the wall I tenderly parted her thighs, slipping my finger under the elastic of her knickers and straight onto her wet crack, as she groaned I pulled her panties to one side and bending forward ran my tongue up her crack.“Oh my God” she cried, as I continued to run my tongue onto her clit and fingered her sopping wet. " These words echoed in Janice's mind. For some reason the idea of no longer being expected to make her own decisions made Janice feel secure. She would no longer be responsible for her own actions, and that meant that she would no longer have to feel the terrible guilt that had plagued her most of her life."I'm finally going to be happy. No more doubting my self, or feeling ashamed for not living up to what I should be... " Janice smiled with love at her son as he continue to spell out how it. He heard the sound it made when the physician dropped it into the pan. When the physician poured water on it to rinse the blood away, it vaporized and dissolved as though the water was acid. Bill found himself becoming depressed noting the only thing keeping him going was his interaction with Claudia. He knew he had to do something and when we are put under the gun in life, we sometimes consider suicide as being a choice. Sometimes it seems like the easy way out of a situation we find.