It was clear he was excited, the outline of his cock, straining and his underpants. I tried to remember that this was the man, a kindly man I ran erra...ds for as a shy ten year old, yet here I was, seven years later, about to, as he put it, 'make an old man very happy'.As is usual in circumstances like these, I don't really know how I ended up in his bed. I'd mowed his lawn as a favour and been asked in for a drink. He wanted help putting a door on his wardrobe and before we were able to get to. "The badly dyed student blonde had been replaced by perfectly coiffured fair hair in a shade calculated to combine the sexual attraction of a blonde without the connotation of empty-headed ignorance that blondes seem to encourage. It contrasted oddly with the tight blond curls and almost orange skin that Brett exhibited."What do you want me to do?" asked Sharon."Translate these," said Brett, pushing a pile of leaflets over to her.She picked the first one up and glanced over it."I can't," she. If there were two kinds of gods, and I was somehow able to get both their boons, that would make me more powerful than any other!"Let's start customising your body. We could put you into a normal monster, but since your soul is such a special snowflake I'm going to make you into a special snowflake monster." explained Carnachias.Images and forms appear all around me, with text and numbers explaining them as well. They were ideas made manifest, floating in the void like holograms. Besides all. " I mean it's not nice to talk about it. Especially while I'm eating." Sorry." She looked crestfallen. It seemed to be one of those days when she couldn't do anything right. She watched the game for a couple of minutes, during which time another England batsman completed his innings and trudged back to the pavilion. "We're crap, aren't we?" she said mournfully. "We must be the most pants team in the whole world." Idly she stroked the side of her breast with relatively small fingers.Mr.