Her body turns as she straightens up again, but she can't seem to find her balance and sits down my lap. She is holding my sweater up in he air "I got...it" she says, but all I can think of is her ass squeezing up against my crutch while I have my hands on both sides of her hips. "A thanks would be nice, I saved your dirty sweater after all" she says, looking at my face with a huge teasing smile. I am paralysed as my cock is now hard pushing straight into her jeans, my shorts not really giving me. “Are you leaving?” Jake asked.“Ja,” Leonie replied. “I have to go to work.”“Do you want me here when you return?” he asked. He knew that he had somehow hurt her feelings and she might want him out of her life now that she knew she had no chance for a future with him. It always ended this way. He hoped that, someday, he would find someone who could make him forget.“If you are still here, I will take you to the best dinner you have ever eaten,” Leonie promised. “If you are gone, then I will wish. ..,"he didn't finish.Monica sat sullenly as he spoke but they both knew the day was over for her. She was deep in thought and would be until she could figure this out."Well mom," he said finally, "I hope you feel better. See ya tonight." Then he left."What am I going to do?" Monica was talking out loud to herself as her driver sped down the freeway toward home. She wished she could just fill the role herself, but quickly put that out of her mind. She could never do that and even if she could. I love my dogs but their habits are distinctly unsavoury. Their world is roughly divided between food and not-food. Sometimes the boundaries blur. The morning suited my mood. I’d come up to the cottage this weekend to get away from London. The cottage belonged to some sympathetic friends. “You need a break,” they said, “why not use our place in Norfolk.” I agreed in a moment of weakness. I guess in Samuel Johnson’s eyes I was tired of life. London held no attraction for me since I split with.