What made her laugh, what made her cry. Her victories and fondest memories. The moments she could barely stand to recall.I’d have had to have been e...ther a block of Ice or a twenty-four-carat sociopath not to fall bit-by-bit more in love with this wonderful human being as she opened up and shared in this way.And, of course, it wasn’t a one-way street. By nature more reticent to open up, happier to listen than to talk, Gemma had been far too savvy and loving to let me get away with my normal. Yet, even after she experienced disappointments in her life, and I admit that I was her biggest disappointment, she never once faltered in her spirit to abuse the spirits. She fed me when I was hungry and comforted me when I was sad. She always found the strength to understand my consternation and to say the right words at the right time. When, true to character, I always said the wrong words at the wrong time. She was strong in her religion when I prayed to no God. She was strong in her act of. I took off my dress and realised that I'd left my bra somewhere. I had no idea where and just hoped that Andy didn't notice as he knew it was very unusual for me to go out without one on. As I climbed into bed next to him he started to ask me questions about the evening. At one point I stated to think that he knew something was up but I put it down to my paranoia and relaxed when he suggested sex. After all, he wasn't going to want me if he knew what I'd just been up to with Vince was he!?!I. His breath is hot in my ear and the smell of tobacco again invades my senses. A lump pressed against my ass indicates that I have been successful in keeping him happy, I pray that it lasts. The lump begins to pump hard against my ass and I am thankful, or so I hope, that it wont be too long before he wants to fuck me. Without warning the top to my dress is ripped downwards taking with it the bra and almost tearing off my boob. Again I have to fight against making a sound as the pain becomes.