Seductive, delicate, urging you to come closer. The way her breath shifts when she talks about something she likes, the way she holds on to her vowels...just a tad too long, nothing escapes the Panopticon. There’s a note of lust to her voice, she invisibly begs for someone to come and take her in her high, teasing voice. The head register, they call it. Look it up.From viewing her Facebook, I understand that Clara is single. From listening to her, I understand that she is wanting. And from. . in the water. Dead." Yes you did. That was the body I dwelled in all the time we were married. I truly loved you back then. I faked my own death to save you, Junior and our never born daughter Edie. I can go into the future to see what is happening out there. I spent a long time in things that are to come." You broke my heart when you died. I wanted to die too. I planned to throw myself off the balcony but only Junior kept me from doing it." The balcony we made love during that thunderstorm. It was just past 18:00 as we stepped into the warm clove and cinnamon scented hallway. We were met by his wife, who was a very pleasant woman, chatty and always keen and friendly.I was in a duffle coat for reasons already stated, and we were invited upstairs, where they were watching TV when we called.I could see the glasses of wine were out and mother was offered one and some non-alcoholic glög, which I politely refused.He was staring at me, trying to guess my attire under my closed. Your eyes traveled down and widened as you saw S's hard cock, curving downward and slightly to your right. You were still kinda scared of it. Especially it being close up like this. Your hands reached out, almost as if on their own, and touched it lightly, causing it to jump. You wrapped your fingers around you, stroking it slowly, hearing his breathing quicken. You smiled, savoring the tiny triumph of being able to turn him on.“K... Oh God...” S groaned your name in a soft tone. You looked up.