They either have it or they don't. Most, it seems, don't have that special something. It wasn't about beauty, either. Heck, Sym wasn't the prettiest g...rl on campus. A lot of guys would tell you she was a "Plain Jane." But to me, she had that something that set her apart from the others. I was pretty sure I wouldn't settle for less now that I knew the difference. Sym did write regularly and I tried to respond to each letter. I think I did pretty well at staying even on letters.At the beginning. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt under a perfectly tailored sports jacket, so I guessed he mightbe a tech executive. His wife wore black leather pants and a blacksatin corset under a lipstick-red bolero jacket. "Well, look at you!"she said.While Sir and Madam greeted their guests in the living room, I hurriedinto the kitchen to pour wine for the guests. I'd already set up a traywith eight glasses. I poured an Oregon pinot noir in four of them, anda Yakima Valley sauvignon blanc in the. I’ve explained that. At best we would have been two pairs with a spare part and an air of resentment hanging over us. You and I wouldn’t have come together for a start, would we? No darling, I had to have my dark time. I went into the dark of a chrysalis, I had no idea that was to be reborn, but now I see what glorious thing has emerged for us all.” “Thank you darling, thank you. Thank you for helping tell it with the excitement it gave us.” “I love you Al. I love Jane. I wouldn’t want it told. He knew she would probably say no, but he thought he might have a better shot in the afterglow. Hmmm, maybe. She had always politely refused this idea before. Tom didn't beg, but she knew he really wanted to see and hear her cum. He was so sexually starved she felt bad for him. She couldn't go too long without a real cock inside her, hence the number of college-aged idiots she allowed to share her bed. But Tom was married and with his wife not interested in sex, solo was his only release..