The thought of arriving home to my wife after four days of freedom also tied my stomach into knots. It shouldn’t be that way, I thought as I grabbed...my duffel bag and rose to my feet. It wasn’t always like this. But to remember a time when things were good between us, I’d have to go back at least seven or eight years. To be honest, the four days I spent at my parents’ home in Connecticut were some of the best I could remember in quite some time. It was my brother Tom’s idea that the siblings. ” The secretary was sincere when she said that last part, I could feel it radiate from her. Add empathy to the abilities I have because suddenly I could feel everyone’s emotions.As I headed towards the library, I was nearly overwhelmed with all the emotions of all the students in the school. It took me a minute or two to concentrate on the emotions and to block them out, to filter them out, like a firewall. Soon I was back to my normal self, I could feel that they were there, but mostly as. He couldn't take his eyes off Rosie.She looked stunning. She wore a black and red matching bra and panty set, with black stockings and suspenders, and black high heels. The bra must have been one or even two sizes too small, meaning her tits were all but spilling out. Every time she made a slight movement they jiggled.“Oh god. I need to sit down,” Rosie sighed. She moved down the corridor to the living room, Jon followed her.Jon stared at her arse as she wiggled her way down the corridor. Her. We huddled at the table, watching the image emerge in the faint red gloom. It was a shot Heather had taken from her high perch, looking down on the pool as I’d floated there face down. The shot was foggy, likely from her use of a strong diffusion filter. My body was in the lower corner of the frame, and almost included as if by afterthought. The trees in the glen dominated the majority of the photo. Spindly foreground branches seemed to cradle the scene.As the photo materialized from the white.