Aimee nodded absently. She stroked her pussy idly, thinking about exactly how sweet it did sound. It sounded as sweet as a rose would smell, she thoug...t absently. It sounded so sweet to just lie there, helpless, while her lover did all the work and all she had to do was… ‘Um,’ Aimee said, realizing she’d lost quite a bit of time to that little reverie. ‘It sounds…very…’ She groped for a way to finish the sentence that didn’t involve the word ‘please’. Then she struggled to find a way to finish. We had traveled about a kilometer where there were crossroads and a signal. The signal suddenly turned red and before I could realize, the traffic from the vehicles on the crossroads had started moving. I had to suddenly apply brakes and the jerk almost made her fall on me. I said ‘Sorry!’ She didn’t mention anything but I felt like a cushion pressed against my back. That was enough to rouse anyone. She could have moved back again to her position, but she remained pressed to my back. She had. For another 5 minutes, I tried to focus on the show but it just wasn’t to my liking. A smirk found it’s way to my lips when I dipped a finger into my ice cream and held it up in front of her face. We had done this about a hundred times during the past years but this time, when she wrapped her lips around my finger and her tongue swirled around, licking it clean, I grew hard. Vivid images of another part of my body in her mouth, popped up and made my dick swell.With my finger still in her mouth,. His despair is obvious and I realize that,beset by dark thoughts and darker unseen voices, he has come to thinkthat, in accepting a second hope in place of the one she spurned, hehas become unworthy of both dreams. I try to tell him otherwise, that Iaccept him however he is, but he is not to be consoled. Then I see thedarkness has already worked its way deep into him through the wounds ofher words, closing in on the last of his hope and I cry and he turnsaway, perhaps mistaking my sorrow.I go.