The carpet is red, thick and warm under my feet; the wood paneling is real oak, stained dark. The lights are soft and comfortable, arranged to split t...e large room into smaller areas of focus. The whole adds to a luxuriant sense of comfort and I can already feel it working to relax me.A large wrought iron bed pushed against the far wall dominates the room. Another door to the right is open and I can tell it leads to a bathroom. There's a gymnast's pommel horse, or at least what used to be one,. That wanted to be that way for him. I dunnowhy. To make up for hurting him? Or maybe because I really, reallydidn't want to lose his friendship. I mean, fuck, K--friends, you know?They're one of the only things really worth fighting for."I linked my hands behind my head and released a deep sigh. Why the hellwas I telling her any of this? There were only one, maybe two peopleI've ever been this open with before. "But I couldn't. I reallycouldn't. I looked at Ken and, yeah, I felt very. I could hear the excitement in her voice. It was so hot to be wanted like this. My jeans came off and I lay in front of her in only panties and my t shirt. I loved how it felt to be exposed in front of her. Her hand and mouth were on my panties, making me gasp again. She pulled the cotton to one side with her teeth and touched me directly, a surge of warm lube squeezing up under her fingers as she rubbed my clit. She lifted my shirt with her to her hand and held my breast, squeezing lightly. I. I'm scaredabout what they are. But I need to focus on the rest of me. I'm afraidthat if I stop, I'll disappear again.I felt up my legs. They were smooth and slender. They weren't thick andmuscular from the many errands I ran around town. Each one was coveredin some smooth silk stockings. I couldn't imagine where they came from.My clothes weren't what they used to be. My long shirt lost its sleevesand somehow I felt like there was a short dress on me. As my handstraveled up my taut waist, it.