He also doesn’t know why they seem to care for him so much either. He has a rather low opinion of himself and can’t understand why anyone would be...drawn to him, even though he can’t deny that people have been drawn to him his entire life. They have come to offer their condolences and ask him if there is anything they can do. Every time someone says this his first impulse is to reply, ‘Can you bring my father back?’ That would be terribly rude of him, and he was not raised to say things like. Andrea caught her breath, a tinge of pink coming to her cheeks. She cast her eyes down and went into the bedroom. Valerie took her time removing her pelt, then her snow shoes. She left her thermals on as she walked into the room. Her mouth twisted into a satisfied smirk at what she saw. On the bed, Andrea knelt, sitting back on her heels. She was completely nude, her lush little body bared for Valerie’s gaze. Her arms were clasped behind her back, pushing her breasts out lewdly. Her gaze was. "Hello Simon, lost your voice?" Alexandra asked."No." I faltered "No, Alexandra, I'm just recovering from the transformation scene that you two have managed in a few minutes. I brought some bedraggled waifs here. Now ..." Now you see us as we really are," Marie interrupted "We don't usually look like bedraggled waifs." You might regret those words," added Alexandra "You haven't seen the other two of us yet. You may have a shock." I've had two shocks already," I replied "I hadn't realised that. He finishes removing his shirt and begins to unbuckle his belt. She grabs his hand as if to say, ‘This is my job’. Slowly removing his belt and unbuttoning his pants, he begins to rub her back and shoulders again. His pants hit the floor. She pushes him onto the couch, and sits straddling him. The passionately kiss, like two lovers meeting after ages apart. He works his hands up and down her back, softly removing the hooks on her satin attire. She leans back, and he fully removes her top. Her.