Coming within arms length, she stopped, reaching our her free hand and slowly but deliciously slid her hand across his shoulder. Her eyes locked on hi.... He gently lifted her hand off of his shoulder and raised it to his lips. Kissing it softly, walking backwards towards the bed and gently tugging her along…..he looked back into her eyes and said ‘of course, you were referring to the artwork I assume’ She walked into him….erection and all….wrapped her arm around his waist, pressing herself. She cuddled up close, tears still flowing, and her arms held in front of her with her hands on my chest.I rocked her as I shushed her. I couldn't help but smell the fragrance of her hair and the perfume she wore. It was making me a little giddy and excited. She was soft and beautiful and definitely female, after all. She was all a seventeen-year-old boy could ever want, and yes, I did want her. I knew, however, that she was good for taking to the theater, but not girlfriend material. It would. As soon as the door opened I got a whiff of dirty carpets, greasy food and dirty diapers. I almost gagged.One look at Norma, the mother, told me a lot. She was in her mid-thirties, had greasy hair, wore dirty clothes and had an exhausted look on her face. A little boy, about four years old, clung to his mother's leg. His face was dirty and his hair was a mess but what really caught my attention was that his only clothing was a very wet Pampers diaper.We went into the dirty and messy living room. Bruce came back and suggested that we continue with our lesson, we started again. Bruce and I wrestled on the floor for a couple of minutes before he pinned me. Bruce chided me saying I was not trying hard enough and that he thought I was strong enough to get him in a submissive hold and make him give up!We wrestled around some more and Bruce instructed me to try and place him in a scissor lock. I had seen it done on the wrestling shows so I tried and managed to get him in a lock. Bruce.