My goal is to get into those white Jeans and tank top at the end of the rail, the ones I wore on that great holiday I had with Paul; thinking of Paul ...rought a tear to my eyes.Its payday, almost a month since I started this bloody diet. After a long soak in the bath, I stood in front of my mirror, knowing that my clothes are definitely looser now than they were. I look critically at myself, out comes the tape measure, pull it tight, right, bust 42 waist 36 and hips 46. Great that inches off all. He pulled her close to him. ‘I want to have sex with her,’ he said, ‘but she’s playing hard-to-get. Bet that makes the sex even better, though…’ She felt him rubbing against her through their clothes, and she felt sick. ‘Well, forget it, mister!’ the man said, grabbing at George’s wrist. ‘She’s not having sex with you,’ (thank god thank god thank god thought Janice,) ‘she’s having sex with me!’ (oh god oh god oh god thought Janice.) ‘Like hell!’ George said, shoving her to the ground and. . he said to himself groaning inwardly. He felt himself stiffen further."Okay," Constancia said, "Your doing good, really good, keep it up. Don't stop," Constancia said viciously. "There you go. Back and forth, that's it," Constanica watched as Nena feverishly rubbed her clit. "Keep on looking at John," she said disapprovingly, when Nena looked away for a quick second. "Now start stroking your pussy. From one end to another!" Constancia barked the orders like a drill sergeant.Over sensitized by. He picks on my New England accent, but all I know is his voice is wicked sexy, whether he agrees that “wicked” is an adverb or not. The phone rings, and I take a deep breath before answering. Mike! Hi! Well, that was sophisticated. Keep squeaking, Aly. Hey there, gorgeous. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Why was I suddenly blushing and well, let’s be honest, wet between my legs? My brain wasn’t registering this conversation anymore. You could offer me a million dollars and I still wouldn’t be able to.