I trusted her enough not to leave me parked here for an extended period of time. Well now, I did have her body here as a hostage. Her body. Hmmm. Migh... just be worth exploring that thought.Now I had breasts. Heavy, swaying woman's breasts. I fingered the nipples, and they stood up, just as though I had sucked on them (in another life I had). Sucked on them. These breasts wanted to be sucked. I wondered if it were possible for me to suck my own (borrowed) breasts. I reached under the right. In fact I would try and protect a buddy's girl from other guys, guys like me.Reflecting on my past, I really don't understand my success with the female of the species. I wasn't an imposing figure at 5' 10" and about 170 pounds. Not bad looking with brown hair worn in almost a military cut and deep blue eyes, but I wasn't a movie star or anything. I guess the fact that I wasn't bashful and had kissed the Blarney Stone as the Irish say (the gift of gab for you non Irish out there) helped keep my. Not a bad guy, quite bright but timid. He needed desperately a quick fuck and then a live in girlfriend to keep his hormones from impotently raging.Charlie and Sally both suffered low self-esteem and extreme shyness. Well it was Christmas Eve and Santa had a cure.Sally, now more frightened than before, found herself being introduced to Charlie at 2 AM in a sort of weird, exotic Christmas Eve date. There she lay meekly on her back and hands with her knees propped open with a three-foot ornately. You talk to Elaine and then, when you’re done, come and see me, or Elizabeth if you’d prefer, or even Anne. We’re all here for you.’ Then he kissed her cheek and was gone. Denise looked up at her friend and lover. She saw compassion and love, but also hurt and… something else. Guilt. Faye came in to reception. ‘Thanks, Faye, I’ll just be a minute or two,’ Elaine told her. In the canteen the two women got their coffees and sat at a table in a corner. After several false starts, Elaine said,.