Which leads me to the next time I watched them together, I came home one Friday night a few minutes late and Lynn was sitting on Desmond’s lap, neit...er one made any move to get up so I sat on the recliner and watched the movie they seemed so engrossed in. I sensed there was something else going on because even in the dark, with just the glow of the TV I sensed some light movements coming from Lynn. I saw Lynn adjust herself and was sitting with her legs on the outside of Desmond’s legs, she. ?I want to be rid of them. Forever.?Suddenly the atmosphere had turned deadly serious, and I felt an electric chill run down my back. ?You mean, like a reduction???No, I mean cut off completely. Right now. I can’t stand to have these things attached to me for a moment longer - its like there not even part of my body, just heavy sacks I have to carry around everywhere. They get sore, they hurt my back, I hate them!? She gently placed her hand on top of mine, and leaned in ?Will you help me??I. She came and sat on a chair opposite me, giving me a cheeky grin. Her blond hair was tied up. She wore white shorts and a tank top with nothing underneath. Her nipples stood out a little. She asked me to go into the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water. I was wearing really tight jeans and I had this massive erection, which was plainly visible even though I was wearing briefs underneath. I could see she had noticed as I got up, as I saw a slight smirk on her face. When I came back with. "All the fight went out of him, and he looked at me in one of the most realistic impression of a retard I'd ever seen."You weren't trying?" he asked."No."He grimaced."Now, dude, would you kind of leave?"He got into his pickup truck and left, not looking too good.I turned around and went back inside. She was sitting there, clutching her side, moaning, and crying."So, Ice Cream Girl, I guess your name is Mary." Yeah," she said."I hope your last name isn't Christmas."She giggled for a second, and.