Sleep. Repeat. Is this all there is, he wonders on his way home one afternoon. What about Eat. Play. Sleep. Repeat…how would that feel? Unfortunatel..., he knows exactly how that feels but that reminds him of her and he cannot go there right now. He feels beat down by life. Not much in the mood to think about when the days were filled with laughing, flirting, and fun. He has been to enough therapy to know that when he is bummed out that is exactly when he thinks of her the most. She is the symbol. That’s why Mr Hardwick used him as a photo-model so often. He was a pantywaist who knew instinctively how to position his figure and how to compose appropriate expressions. He could portray a sleazy tart if required, or act the naughty lad with mischievous, heavy-lidded come hither eyes. Alternatively, he could take on the guise of a sunny-faced, innocent virgin who seemed completely unaware of the sexuality oozing from him. He enjoyed doing it. He enjoyed thinking about the hundreds of men who. He apologised, we got cleaned up and left for home. He dropped me off, on the way I asked if he wanted to give me a lift to work again, we agreed on a Friday he would. I told hubby all about it and had a wonderful evening.Over the next few weeks he would give me a lift on Fridays. I had told hubby all about it and we had a great session. The following Friday Phil gave me a lift and I wore some tan FF's again and on the way home we went for a drink, I sat opposite him in the pub and made sure I. . almost! One part of my fantasy that I never shared with Amber was my secret desire to "direct" any guy who was fucking her. So, as homeboy was going to town on Amber's hiked-up coochie, clearly enjoying how readily she was giving it up to him, I told him to stop pounding and instead to "get up in it" and enjoy a slow grind and let his dick just soak and marinate in the soft, wet, warm juices of her pussy, and let her "feel" his hardness in a way that she or he would EVER forget! Now, the.