When the raven haired maître d’ came by and asked if she and I wanted anything to drink I was too nervous to speak in fears of waking the precious ...ngel up to answer. Just as I settled back towards my view of the cities zooming past us June woke up a little asking where we were. I remember the sleep in her eyes as I began to tell her I wasn’t entirely sure where how far we ventured off too. June placed a soft kiss on my lips resting her soft hands on the tip of my chin. We kissed as if we were. "I'm sorry," I whispered.I felt the voice inside howl its victory. It took me over for the split second that it takes to capture mercy, pity, empathy, and any emotion. It dragged them all down into the little box I built on the last day I cried myself to sleep from the pain. It left behind only the waiting and the purpose.I beat her, not with the helpless frustration that a boy beats his wife or girlfriend, nor with that impotent anger.I beat her with soulless purpose. She had made a choice;. Michelle put her thumb to her mouth and licked it, before running down across her soft white breasts. Sitting down with a satisfied grin, Michelle dealt another hand. I knew my luck would run out and sure enough I lost the next hand, I pulled off my shirt in disappointment. Within a few hands I was down to my boxers and Michelle was left with her panties and stockings. I had to say; she looked so good, with just her naughty smile and wonderful slim body. Unfortunately it was having the. By the time she finished cleaning herself and even sucked on her own nipples to excite them further, I was ready for more. I couldn't understand how, because whenever I had handled myself before, I had always been worn out after a single completion. There in the dream, though, I had shot off twice and wanted more. I slid back and knelt between her legs. Lifting them up and together, I examined the infinite detail of her skin. The heat of her body told me she was real. The feel of her touch.