’ Her voice was soft as she murmured into his hair, but she wanted him to hear her. Wanted him to give her the answers that would release her, one w...y or another. ‘Why can’t we? I love you. I want to spend my life with you.’ Tears stung her eyes as she bent forwards to look at him. ‘I love you too.’ The words seemed too simple and meaningless to convey how she really felt, especially after hearing him say them first. It seemed inconceivable that he could love her, but she needed to believe. Mary thought that was precisely the thing she should wear. She laid it on the bed along with a satin thong, a garter belt, and stockings. She blushed at the way they looked, lying there on the bed. But, she knew they would look good so she trotted into her bathroom and started the shower. She walked back out of the bathroom and again admired her outfit. She giggled imagining the look she expected to see on Grant’s face. Still, the door being unlocked was nagging her. She walked through the. "Jezus"?, zegt ze. "Dat kan ik absoluut niet gebruiken, volgende week komt mijn nieuwe kinderboek uit"?. "Ik kan u alleen laten gaan als de aanklacht wordt ingetrokken"?, zegt Jaap. "Ikzal u beiden even laten overleggen, misschien kunt u het eens worden"?. Even later zitten we alleen tegenover elkaar. Ik zegt niets. "Wilt u de aanklacht niet intrekken"?, begint ze. "Willen wel, kunnen is iets anders"?, zeg ik en ik doe er nog een schepje bovenop. "Ik vind dat BN-ers ook maar eens behandeld. Purity could feel the hardness of Innocence’s erect penis pressing against her side through the lines of her skirt. ‘Who gives a shit?’ thought Purity, as with a sudden urge she guided Innocence and herself out of sight of most of the platform, and pulled down her shorts while at the same time freeing Innocence’s penis from the confines of her knickers. It was as beautiful as she’d remembered it: erect and smooth, veins frantically pumping in the blood and standing out distinctly. Warm and.