They both collapsed back onto the pile of magazines, satiated and happy. For now.For the next week, they repeated this cycle. Reading, sex, reading, t...en parting. Until one day the woman arrived at the library and found a note on their shared table. He’d heard about some survivors down south. As much as he hated to leave, he had family in the south and he had to check it out for his peace of mind. He asked for her forgiveness for only leaving a note.She couldn't say she was really surprised.. Done to him by Sally. Where the fuck was Sally in all of this?Phillip's fear abated as he concentrated on delving into his memories to find out what had happen. What occurred to put him in such a predicament? Sally. Sally and he were about to make love. He was just about to enter Sally with his small penis when Sally's Slide Field flickered and he felt a searing pain and blood was everywhere. Before he passed out, he was sure he passed out but not sure if it was from the pain or the blood loss;. My future bride was putting on a performance that would give a dead man a hard-on. She was reminding me just how much I loved to watch her butt, and she took every opportunity to wiggle and jiggle it in front of me. I reached for it to give it a playful slap, but she was too clever to get close enough for me to catch her.Finally, she climbed up on the bed, straddling me, her eyes barely more than slits, and the scent of arousal on her. I lost my self-control at that point and pushed her onto. There can't be. You're not a man any more,essentially. You know that too now, don't you?" Yes." I really want to hear you say it, honey!" I'm not a man any more, Heather." No. You're a woman now, baby, so erections don't matter. Not your own, anyhow. But you have lots of compensations, meanwhile. The way your nipples feel are two of them. Cheer up, honey. I had to do without real sex for a long while too. Some of my men love toslam their things deep into me, and it can get pretty rough.