Watched in mirror. We were happiest couple on earth. I made her sleep. Focused my attention to boobs. Those were white boobs with pinkish nipples smal... in size, I pressed them took right in my mouth and pressed left… this went on for a while now I took condom and wore it. And penetrated her…and fucked her carefully storing her images in my mind.. This time we lasted longer, . ..We were fucking like husband and wife. Nothing seemed to worry us , we had a nice fuck.It was almost 4 pm and I had to. He murmurs unintelligibly, throwing his head back against a box of bags. Licking him one last time, my mouth leaves his sack all together and travels up to join my left hand.Latching my lips around the head of his penis, my exceptionally skilled tongue swirls about his tip as if it is the lollipop to end all lollipops. He involuntarily thrusts his hips again, urging me without words to give him more, but I refuse, splaying my left hand across his hips to hold him steady. My rotating mouth. Neither am I, neither is this room, neither is this conversation. We're just fiction. This is a story, Robert; you’re a regular guy and I’m a woman who's no good for you and we’re having a night of cheap thrills, and then you're going to have a horrible revelation. That’s our plot.“This is all being made up as it goes along," she continued. "That's why you couldn't remember anything when you first got here, because that was the beginning of the story, and nothing else had been written yet. But. A strange sound. My head snapped up. Standing in the doorway was the store manager, Ms Webster. Not Miss Webster or Mrs Webster…it was Ms Webster a hard edged, no nonsense businesswoman. She was about the same age as my mother, but there was nothing warm or motherly about her. Her clothes were always sharp, her makeup and hair perfect. She was the first female store manager for the company and she didn’t get the job by being “nice.” She may have been attractive once, but many.