His mind tumbling thoughts of how he could advance things! The salutary dip over, in his dressing gown he went downstairs, to he expected yet another ...ight of TV, he could hear `T’ humming in her kitchen as he flopped in front of the fire once more. She soon arrived with tea and buns, her answer to everything… he smiled and taking her seat she said, “ I`ve not done anything more this last few weeks, to see if I became popular with your school mates, `cos that way I would have known you were. I was able to see that he was turned on. I could see his erection clearly. He continued to act normally and moved his hands softly to sensitive parts. He softly touched the edges of my boobs. He moved his fingers over my hips and waist. He was trying to turn me on.I could see that I was taking deep breaths and was shivering a bit. He might have noticed that. I must say I was feeling turned on by his gestures. I wanted to not spoil our pure relationship but they way he was touching me since some. It was almost a conviction, but not quite.She returned to work the next day and others at work would comment on how much better she looked or how much more cheerful. She noticed that instead of looking uncomfortable in her presence, they would smile more readily when they met or passed her and that in turn lifted her spirits even further. There was a spring in her step, a ready smile on her face and she could be heard humming a tune. Now she longed for Ged's return.It was like that for the two. ’ John sighed softly, his cock now even harder. He wanted to pull it out of his shorts, wanted to stroke it, but he felt strangely passive. No, not strange at all, honestly. He was in trance, deeply hypnotized and relaxing deeper and deeper with every breath, and of course it was only natural that he needed to wait to be commanded before he could stroke. But how… ‘Tell me something you need me to know,’ Deanna said again. ‘want to stroke myself,’ John said softly, his voice thick with need. He.