As I began to wash his broad and smooth chest, I couldn't help but stare at it; his abs were just as perfect as the rest of him. I walked down to the ...ther end of the tub and started to wash his feet and up most of his legs and stopped at his thigh, looking up at him. He chuckled, still lying against the tub with his eyes closed. "You want to see it, don't you?" I watched as he sat up. "Stand up," he ordered, and I obediently followed his command trying to hold his gaze not wanting to stare at. I get the impression she is rather pleased to see me. ‘Get to my room – I’m going to fuck you… it’s all you are good for!’ She pads off meekly along my hall. I strip, throwing my clothes upon the sofa in my lounge and stroll to my bedroom. She is standing by the bed – awaiting me. I turn her round roughly and without warning viciously rake the top of her expansive back with my nails. She winces and shudders with the pain but she has to take it till I have had enough… not her, the slut. Her. ”“They have about 10 games in the fall before the weather turns,” Phil explained. “It’s like an extended tryout for guys like me and it helps shake the rust off guys like Bob Prohl. I might not play much. Coach Andrews told me that he made sure he had a decent right fielder in the next recruiting class and I haven’t really played in a year now. But it will be nice to be on the team and to be able to fart without leaving the room.”“Doesn’t stop us,” Hailey said with a laugh.“That means although. Did Sally like me? Were we friends? I hadn’t arranged a date, hadn’t got her phone number, didn’t even know if she already had a boyfriend. I felt sick.The next day, though, somehow I saw things more positively. With a false confidence I got up early and dropped mum at work so I could have the car. And then, still early, I drove around to Sally’s house. Sally didn’t work Tuesdays. I knocked but there was no reply. So I went up the side and let myself into the back garden.Sally looked up,.