His vision focused on his face but quickly became blurry by tears. She felt the condition of her body and did not need others to tell her what happen,...only why, but for the moment it did not matter.She covered her eyes with the back of her hand, as the other was placed on her stomach, and she voicelessly cried.Her grief mirrored powerlessness and loss he only remembered her ever showing him three times.First was when they were children, after the ordeal at the Young Mist Users Conference, where. While most of them were friendly, his company did not seem to be eagerly sought. He had a large arsenal of knowledge that helped him flirt. He had memorized details of female anatomy, dozens of books on courtship and romance, instructions on having enjoyable sex with one's partner, and textbooks on adolescent social interactions. He also knew thousands of quotes, jokes, poems and limericks. He didn't blush, stammer or snigger when a pretty girl was talking to him.However, all his knowledge. He wasn't ready for the pounding and grabbed on to the machine tightly.He could feel her breasts squash up against his back and he could hear her breathe heavily in his ear as she fucked him."Fuck, your ass is so tight. I'm going to need to take a break in a sec. You wanna fuck me for a bit?"He seemed grateful for the break and felt a sense of relief, and she pulled her cock from his ass. He turned around and kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. He. I paused a moment in front of the mirror admiring some curves, like my ass, begrudging others, like my tummy. Ultimately, I still feel sexy, even with a few extra pounds and no matter what, I know I have great tits. That means a lot, right? I took the lotion from my bag and began with my long legs, spreading it all over – from the very top of my thighs, all the way to my toes. I smoothed it over the roundness of my ass, wishing someone was there to do my back. From there I went to my arms, up.