From behind, her arse would have been hidden by the loosely hanging shirt, but for Don and I, she now stood completely exposed, behind my van door.Her...breasts were large, with large dark aureoles, topped with wonderful hard nipples. I wondered at her ethnicity, as I expected small pink nipples. Maybe a bit of Spanish, or Arab in one of her forbears.Don looked around urgently, checking first to his left to see that the Boys in front had not returned, then to his right, where there were two. And, that’s another thing. The Djinn cannot magic away emotions. There is no fast fix for PTSD, anxiety, or any of the other psychological dysfunctions.After parking my bike, I headed inside and stripped and took a shower. After my shower, I put the remaining portions of my riding gear in the laundry. Later I would bag it up and set it aside for when we had a garage sale. Yeah, I may need to replace my motorcycle, if I can’t deal with the clothes I had been wearing. On the other hand, there’s. As the water filled to the top he poured in some bath lotion. After lightinga few candles he slowly descended into the comforting ripples of the warmwater to ease his mind.He laid there for minutes before reaching for Val's razor. His legs weregetting a little rough and he needed to take care of himself.The effects were intoxicating. Soon Steven was shaving his chest andunderarms. Once finished he wrapped himself in a luxurious silk robe andbegan applying Val's moisturizer all over his body. He. "My parents liked Waylon Jennings, the country singer" said I. She said "I like it" and giggled, the ice was broke. We chatted and had a few more drinks, even a wee dance, then out the blue Jackie asked me to take her back to her flat, I readily agreed, failed to find Mark and we slipped out into a dark Glasgow night.Jackie was a local girl and lived about a 10min walk from the pub, we made small talk on the walk back, soon enough we where in the lift to her flat. Once inside, Jackie said "Pour.