Whatever it wascaused my eyes to burn as tears welled within them and quickly startedrolling down my cheeks. When I felt the nurses arms envelop me in...acomforting hug I simply started bawling. For the first time in two yearssomeone actually cared about me, about how I felt, about my health andmy safety, and it completely undid me. She had asked me a question, onethat I wanted to simply scream out the word 'yes', but my voice waslost. The only thing I could do was cry and moan as huge, body. That didn’t worry me, either. One of my favourite tiny bits of film is in Letter to Brezhnev, where you get a quick glimpse of Alexandra Pigg’s armpit, and it’s like getting a flash of her crotch. Hair that’s lurking there, not meant to be seen, but evidence that here lies a fully functioning woman with sexual urges, not some shiny, smooth doll. Not that there was anything wrong with the doll types, of course. But they were the new template, the 21st-century version of a woman, and heading. "Oh I should be, I have some Pinkham's vegetable palliative. Not you understand that I habitually partake..." No, no, indeed, sensible precaution though," Ned smiled, calmly, "I do most humbly apologise." Well maybe as we have already sinned, it is not inconceivable that we could have some more - pleasure?" Ruby asked, her eyes twinkling."Do you think we should? It has been so long since I..." Holmes stuttered."It has only been a few hours since we..." Ruby giggled."You, my girl - are. He just wanted to please me.. so one day i said to him that our sex life was great for me but i needed more,,, he look worried so i explained... that i thought he was an amazing lover and i never had anyone make me experience things like squirt before, I could tell he loved hearing he was teaching me things but i needed to feel him react to my touch too... i needed to taste him... i needed to excite him like he did me.. i wanted to hear him moan with pleasure like he made me do...then I asked.