.nothing..."i tried to walk away but my pants fell around my anklesand i fell.she laughed at me, i was red with shame"please live me alone" i was read... to cry.she stood next to me and helped me stand up."it's ok homey, i have seen worse"i quickly put my pants back an properly these time.i went to take my things and to get the hell away.she had other ideas, "hold on", she grabbed my shoulder."what's the rush? let's talk about what happened here" " please let me go", "don't worry there is. He came home drunk from a night out and woke me up with all the noise he was making. He just managed to strip of before passing out on his bed. He must have been have one hell of a dream because he was hard within mins of falling asleep. Having never seen another mans cock hard before in real life it made my own cock start to throb. It wasn't long before i wanted to touch it. So i climbed out of bed, my own hard cock struggling to get out of my boxers, and knelt next to his bed. I poked him in. She was very friendly , personable and not easily discouraged. She had grown up in the area, knowing places and things most other agents probably wouldn’t. Her English was great and she was very patient with our French. You and she became friends very quickly, each learning from the other. It was kind of strange though, at 44, she’d never been married and wasn’t involved in a relationship that we knew of, not that she wasn’t attractive. She was beautiful and overly sexy in a very French way.. Sandy and I looked at each other nervously after having had Mel ask us to tell about our past experiences together. Hailey had identified similarities in our scars. It was nothing accusatory, just wanting to understand a past relationship.I hesitated for a wee bit; I wasn't quite sure how I was going to deal with the line of questioning. I'd never given explanations much thought and once Sandy and I tell some of it, that reason will be apparent.I knew it wasn't going to affect the relationships.