.. I can't be happy and get what I need. Whatever. I will go."As he said that, I just left the apartment. I couldn't watch him picking his stuff up, p...cking the bag and leaving. Not after everything we've been through. And for a woman, for a passport, for a c***d. I love him with all my heart, but I hate him with my entire soul right now. I couldn't breathe, an anxiety attack hit me hard. I was losing the only man who ever really understood me. It's a cultural thing, it's a religion thing. I. She went and opened the door and it was the room boy with our coffee. She took it from him and sent him off. She locked the door and started to pour the coffee into the cups. I moved close to her and hugged her from behind.She smiled still pouring the coffee. She then gave me a cup and she took the other. I sat on the sofa and she sat next to me. And as she sipped her coffee all I could notice was her plump red lips. I wanted to taste them again. We finished our coffee and by that time her. Before I knew what was happening mf gf had yanked my hipsters down my thighs and slapped my my bare arse cheeks. The rain started to come down heavily making a wonderful noise on the canvas. I had managed to roll on to my back as my gf pulled of my hipsters struggling slightly as they clinged to my legs from the soaking rain. Finally free she looked up at me , grasped my fully erect cock and with one movement swallowed my entire length! I let out a huge groan that if it were not raining so. And a bottle of vanilla vodka, her absolute favorite. Now, three hours later, she smiled to herself as she put the last of the load into the dishwasher anad hummed a little tune. Trish and Ellie had gone home; to be more precise, Ellie had taken Trish home-the latter had knocked off one-fourth of the vodka on her own, turning into an incohorent, drunk diva. Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie's fire-red purse glinted from under the baby grand piano, and Nicola had to laugh. She picked it up and.