It was strange. Sophia never thought of herself as much of a talker-except with Jessie, her best friend-but she could talk with Warren for hours. Trut... to tell, she listened more than she talked. Warren was a first-class conversationalist.The problem of her disastrous lifestyle and Warren's "girl in a cage" observation had been left alone. Sophia would occasionally make a joke, which Warren just let go, but they hadn't had many serious conversations. Just two friends, chatting. Until one. Of mywife, provide for her." He shrugged his shoulders. "That's the stuff Iwas taught to be, what I had to be, to be a man... to be worthsomething." He looked up towards Julia, daring to meet her eyes, shakinghis head. "But, I'm none of that," he said with a quaver, searching herface for some sympathy.Julia looked back at him sitting there in misery, fully aware that shehad the power to comfort him, to throw a life line to his shattered egoand rescue what was left of the old Eric. She smiled to. I don't know where he lives, besides the fact that he lives close. I don't even know who his friends are. The film affects me more than I would like to admit. And I'm not just talking about the sex scene. No, it's the love that was slowly developing between the two that really left me with some weird emotion. An emotion I can best describe as nostalgia, even though I obviously never experienced anything like that. It almost makes you wonder whether things like reincarnation are real. In silence. "Oooh,you're lovely and smooth,no hair anywhere,just how I like my boys" Huh,what the fuck was he talking about?How many times had he done this,and who with?! His large hand snaked round to my tiny little pink nipple and he gave it a gentle tweak which made it instantly stiff,and his other hand started working it;s way up my slim,smooth thigh till it reached my so stiff un-cut boy-cock! "My what a big cocklet you've got for such a young boy,must be all of 5 or 6 inches,have you measured your.