” Jacques knocked again. “Ella, are you there? We are going to walk over to the church. Do you want to come?” They walked along the river to get...to the cathedral. Nicole and a new friend of hers, Simon, walked ahead, arm in arm. They made a cute couple, Ella thought. Nicole had on another of her short skirts, exposing her slim pale legs, and a turtleneck that hugged her curves. Simon was tall and mixed-race, with a mop of curly black hair and a chiseled jaw. Ella glanced over at Jacques,. Alex opened the door and upon seeing it was me, he asked, “What needs fixing?” I felt bad that the only time I seemed to knock on his door was when I needed something fixing. “Just the drip to the shower head,” I replied, “and just the drop.” Alex knew all too well that a simple repair at my house was never a simple repair. “Let me get my tool box,” Alex responded, "and I’ll be right over.” I had an all-too-familiar ache for a man, an ache that never seemed to go away. Even though my ex- and I. She raised her arms above her head lazily, and admired her smooth, sleek body. After years of shaving and waxing, she had indulged in laser treatments that gave her a form utterly free of body hair: not under her arms, nor on her legs, nor on or around her delectable pussy and ass.She liked what she saw. And she was determined that many others would see it, and like it, and enjoy it also.When she was a teenager, and later in college, Francesca had discovered that she had an enormous appetite. I told her that I would take a screwdriver. As she made the drinks, I sat down on the black couch that was in the living room. Soon Sasha came into the room with two screwdrivers. She gave me mine and sat down on the couch next to me with hers. Sasha turned on her TV and a basketball game came on. "Now what exactly is your favorite sport, again," I jokingly asked Sasha. She lauged and told me golf. I told her that she was in the wrong sport then. Once again she laughed. I took a healthy gulp of.