Emma rolled towards him and propped herself up on an elbow to look him in the face.“I really enjoyed this,” she said softly.“Me too,” Brent sa...d back.Emma placed a hand on his thigh as she leaned in to kiss him once more. The feeling of her fingers on his flesh sent blood rushing to his nether regions.He tried to control his arousal, but involuntarily his eyes drifted down to Emma’s nude form next to him. He hadn’t been with a woman in nearly a year and hadn’t even masturbated; the few times he. Once finished she pulled her Mother up again by the hair, she’d been crying again, sat her up against the bed, sat down and wheeled the chair back so that Sharon was forced into exactly the same predicament she’d been in moments ago, this time with no hope of freeing her hands to scratch or defend herself from the relentless head scissors and smothering Monique wanted her to endure.As her Mother struggled valiantly between Monique’s legs to try and release herself from this most humiliating. .." I can feel something touching my hair. I turn swiftly. "You wouldn't know the first thing to do with a naked woman." Allen chokes and tries to play it off as laughter. He blushes. Hmm, that's cute. "Yes I would!" he awkwardly rushes the sentence. "Mmmmm-hmmmm..." I smirk, unimpressed, look him up and down, and hop off the bar stool. I'm standing right in front of him now, practically nose-to-nose, staring him down, willing him to back away, yet feeling the tension fizzing between our. I would say that it is an ideal choice for someone wishing to explore the city.” Mrs Albertson was looking at me attentively.“You have such a beautiful, soft accent, Mr Campbell; Scottish, if I’m not mistaken. My name was Henderson before I married Bruce and my family originally came from, I believe, the Caithness area of Scotland.”“Is that so, Ma’am—I’m from Perthshire myself and Caithness is away up in the north. But it’s nice to meet a compatriot, however far removed.”While it took a little.