It's the look I'vebeen waiting for. The look he gave me the other night. He wants Ellen.And Ellen wants to be wanted."Take off your shirt," Ellen says... her voice as low as I dare.Ellen watches as Wayne wordlessly, slowly, unfastens the remainingbuttons on his shirt and untucks it from his suit pants, exposing hischest. With a roll of his shoulders, his gaze never leaving her, theshirt comes off and is dropped to the floor with his jacket. Now it'sEllen's turn to stare: at the broadness of his. When I got on I took my coat off which was now soaked and found a seat easily. To be honest I hadn’t really looked but after I had sat down I realised that apart from a lady behind me, the carriage was empty. I took out my tablet and settled down in my seat to read the news, I had been sat thee a couple of minutes and then the train pulled away, mine was the next stop, but I knew I had about 30 minutes to chill out until I got back into the rain again. I saw an article in the news about some. He was nude and his big nine inch boner was at the ready. They both looked at me in a way that I can't described. I really felt awkward. I'd surely eaten quite a bit of my brother's residual spent semen from his previous session with her. He had to know that. I felt so silly as I got up and tried to compose myself and ended up wiping my face with the same towel that my wife had used to sop up the previous lusty mess they'd made earlier. To make matters worse my wife reminded me about. Poor Tess, though, of course, became the object of the rebel soldiers more ribald attentions. Beautiful blonde white ladies with a weakness for attractive Negros of all shape and size were a rarity back then, and the opportunity to experience what for many, if not all, of the revolutionaries was a novel experience did not escape them. Nude but for her necklace and a small anklet, neither of which offered much protection from the burning sun, they laid her out across a rough horse-hair mattress,.