Was Isabelplaying away with a black lover? Or was it all aninnocent fantasy? But the frequent and extended joggingsessions, her desire to know in adva...ce when I wasgoing out, her constant pressure on me to go out evenwhen I hadn’t planned to, her new-found interest indressing younger and sexier, the make-up, the face-piercing, dying her hair, her new-found contentment inherself, her improved confidence and technique in thebedroom, the increase in her sexual appetite, hersecrecy over what. Every time I saw them together, it was like a burning knife to my chest. At times, the pain was so deep that I would get a choking feeling when I saw them together. Even though she knew I was his future wife, it made no difference to me. I was still jealous. He re-assured me that I had nothing to worry about, that he loved and that he couldn’t wait for us to start our married life together. Still I felt he wasn’t completely mine. What bothered me the most was who she was his mother. She was 63. Consti's song told of her people going from planet to planet trying to learn as they went along. The people they met and how they worked with the Seffra one way or another was stressed. The song was long and was sung mostly low until it gradually built to a crescendo. I had no problem with the thoughts because nobody beyond us could understand the words.When Consti finished she bowed as if beaten with the weight she had to bear all this time. The audience was stunned but when the clapping. A watertight seal was in place about the shaft, securing the condom on for the rest of her life. The woman smiled at her as Aja stood back up, lightly caressing her own newly wrapped dick. "Thank you... Do you happen to know why they give us these condoms? Are they special?" Her head tilted slightly to one side, a childlike expression of curiosity seeming natural on her innocent face. Aja did know, but didn't want to think about it too much, afraid of how the thoughts might set her.