Mike then straightened up and reached for his belt. Frantically he loosened his jeans and lowered them, then reached at his waist to remove his shirt ...ver his head.He was stunning, standing there in just his boxers. His frame easily told that he worked out regularly, as his chest, abs, shoulders and arms were perfectly defined.“Ready?” he asked.“I am,” I replied.“On your knees,” he demanded as I was a little taken aback.I must have taken too long to fulllil the request, as Mike shook his head. She applied and was accepted to a very prestigious Masters level Creative Writing course. It wasn't that I didn't support her. I did.The challenge was that the University was three states to the east of us. She would have to live there during the week and fly back on weekends and holidays to visit. It meant that I had to re-arrange my work schedule to be more available to our kids' while she took this year-long course.You want a challenge for one of those reality survivor shows? Try managing. ‘What?’ He sent me a grin over his shoulder. ‘Lie down, babe.’ ‘But–‘ He had to be kidding, right? ‘I don’t really need to do that, do I? It’s not like this isn’t going to take long, is it? And it isn’t going to–I mean, it won’t–‘ ‘Hurt?’ Lifting his eyes heavenwards for a moment, Luke came back towards me, kicking a small metal trolley across to the bedside. ‘Get on the bed, Rebecca.’ I perched on the very edge of the bed, watching nervously as he opened the package and spread out its. “ Oh, she’s just my ex” I said sheepishly. The brunette looked at me with a naughty smile and said “ well I think we should get your mind off her, don’t you agree?” The girl drained her drink with one sip, grabbed my hand and led me off away from the party. As we walked I noticed how incredible her body was, short and petite, she was wearing a skintight pair of denim cut-offs and a shirt that showed off her cute 32 B breasts. We walked around to the varsity gym and the brunette smiled as she.