“I missed you also,” he said before her lips brushed across his. Memories of what they had done three years ago flashed in his mind. They had st...rted out kissing which had led to them playing with each other’s body. He turned his face away and said, “Cat, we are no longer children. We cannot play now.”“Oh Otto, I so wish we were still children. Papa wants me to marry Barbach,” she said. “Barbach the butcher?” Otto asked.“Yes,” she sobbed.He put his arms around her and drew her to him. It had been raining all day, so it was a perfect day to stay inside and snuggle up close to someone to keep warm. We sat down on the couch, my arm around you, to watch a movie and we cuddled close. We didn't talk much, but that was ok. I was enjoying myself sitting there close to you, idly tracing random patterns on the bare skin of your arm with my fingertips.After the movie was done, we just let the credits scroll by. You put your head on my shoulder, and I leaned back and shut my eyes to. .....The sun from the window falling on my eyes woke me into a red haze. God, what a set of dreams! I could barely remember the details, and what traces remained were already fading, but the intense eroticism still echoed through my foggy brain. It felt deep, animal-like. Eyes still closed, I took a deep breath and began to stretch from my position curled around Lyn. I froze, though, as two sensations hit me simultaneously. The first was the heady, strong scent of sex - Lyn's and mine. And no. Intensity level ranges from a teeny tiny amount of pressure to having the Texas Chainsaw Massacre done to my skull. I have very high pain tolerance. In my former job you had to. I’m talking pain levels high enough to make me lay in bed for several hours crying and using every bit of my self restraint to keep from putting my gun in my mouth to make it stop because my pain pills aren’t getting it.So there’s large bursts of OMG pain occasionally and an almost constant drone of low level that I.