And I also refuse to believe that our ending won't be happy until we finish writing the story ourselves."She was really crying now. "Oh, please. Pleas... take me out of here. Take me somewhere and ... and let me hold you again. Just for a little while. Please."She let him help her out of her chair; and she let him lead her out to the car; and she sat silently in the passenger seat, trying to control her tears; and she watched as he pulled into the first motel they came to; and she stood silently. His closest by his side but a thousand times removed with the turn of a page and the strum of a guitar string.Sunlight broke through the dust streaked glass, the heat of it seeking out the areas of his body most affected by its earlier attention.A million different thoughts broke the air around him. Each one lapping over the other as the travellers around him screamed silently at the departure announcement board. His so called gift felt more like a curse at times like this, when a collection of. God did it look good (btw hard as hell whilst typing). So this guy is there pounding my wife making her have another orgasm whilst I am sat here with a massive erection and nothing I can do about it. My wife must have decided she had had enough so they crumpled in a heap on the bed. My wife turned to me and asked if I was ok, was I ok is that the best she could ask. My arse by now was numb from the butt plug as it had been in there for a good 45 minutes whilst all this had been going on. She. ”Kalyan…stop..it is starting to rain,” I said between the kisses. “Kaly..” I whined, which he ignored. I wanted it as bad as he did. As the first droplets of rain started to fall on our bare skin, he pressed his lips against mine pushing my knees apart with his fingertips and moving between them. I responded by sucking his lower lip and moving my hands down his neck to play with the short curls on the chest.He pressed me into the railing and the hardness of his member was evident against my.