Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that. There were a couple of awkward moments when our hands touched in the popcorn tub but we both shook it off. The entire film I had my hand on my lap wihth part of me praying he would hold it. I was convinced he saw me as nothing more than a friend. How wrong I could be.The drive back to Chris’s house was full of laughs recounting certain parts of the film. It wasn’t until I pulled up to his house that I realised how much I did like him, the laughs or shits n giggles as I called them. “So....good. Wife climbed out the rear wearing black, leather skin tight pants to the ankles, button up the front leather waistcoat, open toed 6 inch sling back pumps, her hair pulled back into a short pony, black mascara red toes and fingers. The mild weather allowing her to walk from the car bare armed with her black leather jacket over her shoulder, the waist coat straining to keep her tits controlled the crotch of her trousers splitting her cunt lips. I got to the door as she arrived opening the door.Read More
