.. part of me." I understand all that, Baby, but what's wrong?" Diana asked, worried, as she reached over to take her husband's hand."Hope is what's w...ong. Hope and Art."Diana looked down for a second, suddenly realizing what her husband meant. "Helen says the counseling sessions will make things better, but they will take time, maybe a long time. I talked to Hope in detail after everyone came to see why I was crying. She understands that Art saved her life, or at least saved her from being. She was attractive, but didnt have much of a body. Skinny with little to no curves, even after it was all done and some curiosity had been satisfied, I was still left thinking about what it would be like. I had enjoyed going down on her way more than I thought I would, but there was something missing. Sitting there in the kitchen, I couldnt help but think about Shannon. When I had been curious, at the height of my mind swimming around the issue, I had always envisioned myself with someone who. He trembled slightly as he reached between his legs to touch and gasped as what he felt was as real as what he saw. He removed his bra and watched as his breasts stood from his chest each surmounted by a dark, pink nipple just as the woman's in the shop had and gently, he brushed his hands across with a shiver of excitement.He slipped his thumbs into the waist of the thong and slid it down his legs to his knees whereupon, gravity took over and they dropped the rest of the way on their own. He. One day James asked me to help him move some shit out of his garage. I accepted and met him a day later at his house. We moved all this junk out of the garage into the back of his truck, which took about an hour. It was pretty hot out and we were both sweating. "Come here, I want to show you something" I followed him into his backyard, which had a pool and was very private, owing to the tall hedges all the way around. "What did you want to show me?" I asked. "Oh, I just needed to take a piss.