She was wimpering and moaning. "please, don't stop.", she softly moaned. She was holding onto my forearms, rubbing them slowly. She looked up at me, h...r brown eyes still tired. She needed sleep, I knew it. I kissed her neck and cheek and layed beside her. "John, don't stop.", she begged. "Please, you feel so good. I've wanted you all week and I finally got you. Please, don't stop." I kissed her cheek again and shushed her like she was a child I was trying to get to sleep. She melted into my. " I have her medical records," Emma was holding a Palm Slave. "She has a severe case of gymnophobia." What's that? Nancy asked. "Fear of the gym?" It means fear of nudity," Emma explained. "The word comes from the Greek gymno, the same root as gym. The Greeks used to exercise in the nude. There are some additional notes that the underlying cause is an inability to trust others. Amanda keeps everyone at a distance." Go potty now," Amanda's voice sounded far away. Her eyes were focused in the. From one of my drawers she withdrew a pair of breast forms. I wondered if any of my old clothes were still there.She showed me the rear of the breast forms. They were hollow. Extending from the center was a post. On each end of the post was a clip. The other end attached to the inside of the breast form. I knew the purpose of the clipped end, and cringed visibly."Do you like them?" asked Mike. "I made them myself at the theater. We always have falsies around for guys who play women's roles or. Our lips were the only body parts touching but I put my hands against the broad chest and slipped off the grey suit jacket. I felt his chest muscles move as he shifted and the strong smell of some musky cologne entered my nostrils. He looks good and smells nice too. Our kisses deepened once more and I pushed myself against him and wanted to purr at the same time. We reluctantly broke the kiss so I could place the jacket on the chair. Martin smiled at me and I was not sure who was more in lust.