I pinched my nipples as I walked down the hall to enter the kitchen/living area. Stephen enjoyed seeing them perky, but the truth was I was feeling ho...ny again already."Here she is," Stephen said, removing his silly apron with the tits on it and wiping his hands. After quickly adjusting the remote music volume, he approached me and said, "Let me look at you. Nope, no obvious signs of trauma." Turning me around and feeling my ass then lifting the back of the t-shirt, he asked, "What about here?. ”While I’m sure she knew I wasn’t a real woman, it still felt good for her to treat me like I was. I answered her, “Oh, thank you so much, dear,” as I opened the door to the “theater”. There are actually three larger rooms with video screens and cushioned faux leather chairs and couches. They are connected by hallways lined with small booths. It always takes a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Of course, this is one of the benefits of a bookstore. I’m sure I look better. I’d be wrapped up in myself on the bed, not caring about anything or anyone, mad at the world.. consumed with so much anger and hurt. Then I would open my eyes and she’d be there laying next to me… stroking my hair as she watches me. I could see the concern on her face, and the warmth of her caring would stir inside of me. I’d feel embarrassed about impure thoughts, but she wants me to explore them. She understand everything about the human sexual appetite and wants to feed everything that I. Now that she was back home from being abroad at school, Jessie was looking forward to tossing herself back into the dating arena, or at least the flirting circle, and trying to meet a nice sweet girl. She was aware of course she and this girl had never met face to face—well, as adults—but she didn’t see what she had to lose. She thought she would throw out something of an escalator. She offered, ‘Y’know what, it’s funny, I’ve always wanted to wear perfume’—which was true—’but I never.