He didn’t miss the big guts, fat legs and flabby arse one bit.He did miss the occasional durrie, but he knew little Miss Hitler would chuck a right ...obbly if he took smoking back up again. With his body having trouble controlling his internal temperature due to the loss of feeling in his lower half, he knew he could easily get pneumonia, so he considered them relegated to his old life.Terry also cooked for him most nights and watched his diet with the help of Sally. He certainly had no. Taking one last deep breath, Gracie steps out into the hallway and quickly to Ryder’s door. One quick knock, her usual knock, and she steps back and to the side so Ryder won’t see her. Ryder sets his beer down and stands up from his couch and takes the four or five odd steps to the door. Peering through the peep hole he can’t see the person so he unlocks the door and opens it. Grace moves quickly, forcing her way into his apartment. One of her gloved hands go to his mouth, silencing him. . He puts his foot back on the floor as I let my eyes close once again."You're ok you know, but you're a hell of a lot prettier with a dick in your mouth."I'm not sure what to think about where this is leading, but him talking to me that way is bringing me very near orgasm without even being touched. Suddenly I am again conscious of my exposed breasts, of my position now, kneeling at his feet. In my mind I imagine him saying all kinds of things to me, filthy things, and as I suck his cockhead I. ’ ‘Deal. Should I meet you there? What time?’ ‘Hey, hey, not so fast. I’m picking you up. 3pm. At the gate.’ And he hung up the phone. ***** That Saturday at three, Sophia was leaning against the gate. This time, she had dressed herself. She wore comfortable jeans with a soft pink camisole on top. The cars were passing too quickly for her to guess which one might be Tom’s from her vague recollection. He hadn’t come at all lately to the coffee shop, which she was kind of puzzled about. Even if.