" Ashley said that she wanted to see it soft, so I told them to change the subject. So Ashley turned to Sara and started talking to her about some on-...ampus event later that week. All while I sat there on the chair with my dick out. And it only took a minute until it was soft. I saw Sara glancing at it out of the corner of her eye, and she turned and said "oh, it is probably soft again." I looked down and confirmed that yes, it was soft. Ashley said "bullshit" and leaned over and grabbed my. We kind of giggled about that, andnoticed that she had the exact same thing on her wineglass, which wasn'tsurprising in either case, since we were both wearing bold lipstickshades. A situation familiar to just about every woman. Eventually thecocktail hour ended and it was time to find our seats for dinner. I wasinvited to sit with the group I was talking with, at least they more orless accepted me. Some of the others were giving me hard glances, andactively avoiding me. Kind of just like. “After you go home, watch some professional tennis matches on TV, okay? You’ll see that they all use spin.” Jack checked his watch as Emma nodded. It was getting late, already 6 o’clock, and the sun would be behind the mountains soon. “I just have one last challenge for you for today.” Emma’s eyes lit up. Jack had thought at first she really was only playing tennis for the competitive side of it, hitting flat shots for the thrill of hitting winners, but he could see now that she actually. “I was crying so much,” she replied. “I lay there sobbing and l felt a pain low down in my tummy. The pain grew and grew, then l felt wet between my legs. I lifted my skirt and saw blood, l didn’t know what to do. I just lay there David while l lost his baby, l was in a terrible state, l had to cope with it on my own, l tore off pieces of my petticoat to clean up as best l could, then l had to get back to the vicarage.”“Didn’t you go to the hospital?” I asked.“I couldn’t, l was a single.