I was sort of half hard and it was obvious through my spandex shorts. She began talking and I asked her to wait a moment as I walked to the back of th... shop. While I was in the back of the shop I took off my tank top and walked back to the front. She continued the conversation, as I got harder and harder. I was grabbing my cock as she was talking in front of me. I walked back to the rear of the shop again and I was stiff and throbbing hard by the time I got there because I knew I was going to. At last, he was lying so close, he could feel the heat emanating from her body. Pausing one last time, he gathered his courage for the final assault. With his heart in his throat and his cock throbbing painfully, he timidly reached out and touched her arm.Her skin was hot and soft. Soft as a baby's skin. He could now smell the clean, fresh fragrance of soap. There was something about the smell that made him feel all warm and happy. The scent must have dredged up some long forgotten memories of. But still...I don't see what that has to do with anything, Gwen muttered refusing to acknowledge the point.It has to do with everything! You never let me out to play and you're driving us both insane with need! Her inner voice screeched. It's been almost a year! We haven't gotten any since you broke up with Troy. Remember that guy that was totally into you at the bookstore? With those perfectly blue eyes and scruffy goatee? Imagine how amazing that would have felt on our--Oh, my God! Stop! All. ‘It will be a tough few weeks but in the end he is a survivor and will put this loss into perspective. Coming out the other side of his grief a stronger person,’ Ian reflected as he rinsed off and stepped from the shower. The stone floor was cold, a shock from the steaming shower, toweling off he looked at himself in the mirror. ‘Not too bad for the number of years put on the old body,’ he thought, reaching for his Acqua Di Parma shaving gel he looked over his body as he lathered his face. At.