It just seemed that either he was having an affair or he just wasn’t interested in sex anymore. Brenda sat there in front of the mirror thinking. �...�Maybe I’m just unattractive.” She rose from the chair and stood in front of the full-length mirror. Unwrapping the towel from her head, shook her hair loose and rubbed the towel over her head trying to dry it as much as possible. She opened her robe and lay it on the chair. Picking up her brush and brushing her hair, she watched her tits sway in the. My heart was racing. She looked right at me and didnt miss a beat. My cock was instantly throbbing. Not knowing what to do I went to my room. As I walked down the hall her door was closed and I was not yet a confident man to open it and ravage her.I got into my room, shut the door ad jerked off shooting cum all over the wall. I had never been so excited. After thinking all kinds of thoughts about Shelly, I drifted off to sleep. In the middle of the night I was awakened by some noise. As I. I think it was probably that I was insecure at that age despite the fact that I was so pretty. So this whole kind of sordid episode was providing me with an ego boost, a confirmation of just how appealing I was to the opposite sex. Anyway, whatever, I behaved like an utter bitch. That’s the point. You’re perhaps wondering what came next. Well, you’ll be surprised. I said how we didn’t really do any of that rather vile mocking of poor P on the morning after, didn’t I? Okay, so we didn’t. What. And to add to her nerves there was the vexed question over what she was going to wear; apart from the occasional family do she wasn't used to going out. There was the floral print dress she had bought from Marks and, maybe, that nice cardy she had picked up in British Home Stores. Those, together with a comfy pair of flats, would make a pleasant outfit but they would be out of place when compared to the sort of clothes Mel wore and Lucy hadn't seemed a floral print and cardy type of girl.