Let me tell you about us, I am Mr H 30 years old athletically built from years of sports, of average height, K was then 23, a petite blonde, blue eyes...with a great figure, b cup chest I would have said, slim and toned, not skinny. But her arse and legs were awesome. She had worn a knee length skirt during the day and her legs were amazing, her tight trousers that evening looked painted onto her perfect peach of an arse. After a few days and with the flirting getting more and more sexual we. She shyly looked down, as she felt his strong muscles surround her. She felt his fingers gently touch her chin, and her eyes rose to meet his. Their lips touched, again. Cindy pulled away and disappeared into her apartment, tears streaming down her face. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Sunday, Cindy spent all day in bed. That was the only place she felt totally secure, fearful she would fall apart if she left the warmth of her cocoon of blankets. Upon returning to work, everyone asked her about the handsome. The event happened I was so afraid of: My mother came into my room to wake me up for school and found me beating my meat. All she said was to get dressed when I was finished. Well, a guy hates to face his mother after he gets caught red-handed, so I did not leave my room to come down for break-fast. Soon Mother was back in my room and wanted to know what the matter was that I had not come to the breakfast ta-ble. She hugged me, kissed me, and told me to hurry as though she never saw what I had. Looking back I could see some of the selfish tendencies that I missed before. We would have at least been friends, but who knows how things would have turned out between us.Celka was the last person who my mind turned to. I found myself wishing that her life had not been snuffed out as it had been. She deserved better than that and I hoped that our visit to her home would ensure her spirit found peace. I had not realized how I had come to depend on her advice and input until she was gone. With.