He watched as she looked at herself in the mirrored wall behind the tub ‘Wait a minute, she’s not getting out, holy shit, she’s gonna give me so...ething really good to watch!’ When Jasmine let her hair down Jim almost lost control, but managed to keep his cock hard, squeezing the tip between his fingers tightly. He didn’t want to go off just yet, things were just getting good. Then she turned slightly and threw her head back. ‘Fuck!’ he muttered aloud. Jasmine heard Jim’s profanity and it. Bristol had had an expensively good time–at somebody else’s expense. And it stank of guilt–for its past, for its present, but it was the kind of city that only made half-arsed attempts at an apology because deep down it really couldn’t give a fuck, and it knew that nobody else could give a fuck, too. Bristol, where nobody could give a fuck… Down sighed, then yawned expansively, and trudged down the hill, into Bristol, into the pub, into all that guilt. # ‘Benzodiazepine,’ said Pub, examining. Enjoying the taste of the fruity lip polish, I decided that getting ready this morning was well worth it if I got to see Jack again. Smiling I turned the page of my book.***Cassie decided she wasn't done with her adjustments to Tad, she made his hands and arms become more feminine looking. On the end of each fingertip she elongated his nail and lengthened it out a half an inch. Each was given the same dusty Ivory gloss color that his toes possessed.She decided that she must do something with. Her hips swayed slightly as she slowly inched the knickers down, revealing her ass. She let the silk drop to her ankles then daintily stepped out. She looked over her shoulder towards the window as she shuffled her legs wider apart. One hand between her legs, the fingertips visible from behind as she ran her fingers along her slit.Through the binoculars, Stuart could see her juices glistening. His fingers tightened around his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down, his foreskin being pulled.