I hope I can be gentle I thought as I laid there with my cock sticking straight up and as hard as it ever has been. With the anticipation of something...I wanted, something I've never fully experienced with anyone made my cock ache. This was certainly on my bucket list, along with a few other things. I have to be gentle and I will. I love her so much I couldn't bare the thought of hurting her, besides if the experience is bad she may not want to do it again. I laid there and remembered when I. Nude in a way that no one, save her mother, ever had. And, for reasons that she couldn’t quite explain, she suddenly found that knowledge exciting. She continued to watch him in her mirror as he stood, wearing nothing but his trousers, casually leaning over the iron rail of the second floor terrace as he finished his cigarette, his eyes still trained on her open doors. Was….was he waiting for her to return? To perhaps reveal herself to him once again? All of these thoughts ran tumultuously. This was quite a contrast from squabbles over money, divergent interests, and the conflicts that unwarranted changes brought. He thought he must have been dreaming, because old-fashioned love between two people just didn’t seem possible anymore in the contemporary age. A woman and a man couldn’t be held together by love anymore—but property and prestige instead, their love growing cold due to their self-imposed independence from each other and their constant striving for more, as the two. Without the pleasure of screwing her.What can I do about that?* * * Marsha was paying a price for her bad conduct. Her parents, now thoroughly disgusted, had disowned her and she was stuck without money in a town where she had to perform five hundred hours of community service without pay. She managed to get a job as a waitress in an all-night restaurant, working from 6 p.m. to 2 a.m. What with her daily six hours of picking up trash in the county parks, she was pretty exhausted by the time.