I LOVED HOW IT FELT, how warm it was. "You can stroke it. Have you played with yours?" he asked and I nodded, "Then do the same with mine", I obeyed. ... remember feeling so powerful, like I was handling this delicate piece of his manhood, I felt privileged. He started to moan lightly, my stroking was making it feel harder, which made me feel excited. "Your hands feel nice on it" he said, "Get close, I want you to smell it", at this point I was in full obey mode. I probably would have said "yes". "Mercy let out a small sigh of relief as Michelle and Melanie nodded.Buying into her lie. Al had told her she might be more like a seventeenor higher. On a scale that was supposed to end on a ten that wasn'tgood."Fuse stuff?" Melanie asked as she got further down the list.Now it was Mercy's time to grin. "Let me demonstrate you. Done. Now,both of you. Try to run your fingers over the petals of your dresses." Oh, my!" Melanie exclaimed. "I can feel it. The dress." This is so weird," Michelle. Before she could say any more I reached past her and opened the door."You can ride home with me, or get out now. But if you want to ride with me you'll shut the fuck up! And don't yell at me, ever," I spoke quietly, giving my words emphasis.Becky looked at me for a minute and closed the door again. The ride home was silent. I knew she was trying to figure out my attitude and was drawing blanks. I also knew she was trying to pierce me with her eyes and her silence. There was a time when her. He's still being stupid about Rachel." He's a lot better actually, Gran," interjected James. "He's started a village football team for the kids." Has he, by Jove!" exclaimed Edward. "That is one for the books. I'm delighted to hear it. Give him a ring this evening, my dear."Harriet smiled. "Very well, dear."They did and Richard accepted. They came on Saturday evening and all three enjoyed themselves immensely. His parents were overjoyed to see Richard back on form. They did not ask any.