I still try to control myself but she was so strong that she forcefully remove my shorts and was rubbing my dick. Still I resisted myself and made her...sleep in her room. She was totally naked and I put a blanket and close the door and left to the hall. I started thinking of what happened and I got excited at that moment and went back to her room :). She was slepping by that time and I on the light and removed the blanket and was looking at a completely naked body in front of me. I undress. Gradually I began to regain my strength, and I definitely felt fitter, but I was nearly 38 years old, and it takes some time for a body of of that age to recover from the trauma of shrapnel wounds.I also spent considerable time in planning a strategy: namely, to follow Hodge without him realising I had him under observation, and then decide when, and where, and how, to attack him; and, above all, figure out a legal defence which would prevent me being handed a long prison sentence after being. And in a moment they would start to feed.I looked around in desperation, thinking that maybe I could mitigate things by choosing my own guy to talk to. As I searched the faces, one guy stepped through the crowd, searching around like he was lost. He was pretty short, about 5'6", but still taller than me even in low heels. He looked well-dressed in jeans and an open collar shirt that showed off a strong neck and a little bit of hair on his chest. His beard made it hard to tell the shape of his. Walking toward her bedroom, she paused in front of the full length mirror dropping the towel to the floor. Briefly looking over her body, she noticed her nipples were still quite firm and the tuft of hair between her legs looked soft and curly. Picking the towel up with her foot she headed toward the bed. After tossing the towel near her bed she walked slowly to her closet. Now she needed to decide what to wear. She’d be staying in so she passed over some of her nicer evening wear to look for.