She was going after work three times per week and hated each session more than the previous one. After three weeks she was almost in tears. Every part...of her body hurt. She had put off going to the yoga class out of a combination of exhaustion and defiance. Plus, she couldn't understand how long, slow stretching would help her situation. Finally, after relentless badgering from Ellen Hopping, she arrived at the 7:00 pm Saturday evening class. Saturday night! Don't these people have a life?She. I could feel little spasms in my groin and it felt so good, so close to an orgasm, without even touching my member. And then she sat up and looked at me. There you go. I blew it again, I thought. She put on a white, almost transparent shirt and started searching trough her bag. She fished out a packet of cigarettes and attempted to light one without much success. Then she got up and moved in my direction.I could not move,my legs pressed together trying to hide my erection. She knelled down next. ‘Where are you moving to?’ ‘You did say you got the house,’ Zoe said almost matter-of-factly, finishing off her fries. ‘Oh no you don’t,’ I said firmly as the penny dropped. ‘I don’t need a couple of kids.’ ‘We’re not kids,’ Chrissie said defensively, ‘you know how old we are. You haven’t got kids have you?’ ‘No I haven’t got kids and no, you are still too young for me, I’m old enough to be your dad.’ ‘I love father figures,’ Zoe said spontaneously. ‘Me too,’ Chrissie said licking her. One morning, just as I stepped out of the shower, there was a knock at the door. I threw on a robe and looked through the side glass to see who it was. Much to my surprise I saw Tori standing there. I opened the door and when she saw that I was in a robe her face turned bright red and she dropped her eyes to the ground. "In all the years I've lived here you have never come to my door and the first time you do you catch me naked", I said with a laugh. "I'll come back later", she stammered as she.