I took a few breaths to compose myself and then pulled out and pushed into her naked body, wanting to be utterly deliberate. Angela’s eyes flickere... open, and they seemed to convey a transition of power – was she surrendering her pleasure to a man for the first time? I felt my heart swell as I gave her another deep thrust; the pleasure was visible as Angela twisted beneath me, using her hands to pull on her tits and claw at her throat. We were connected in that moment; connected by the sexual. Jen had tried to get me to tell her about our "appointment," but I refused.When it was time, and again walking hand-in-hand, we crossed the Mirage lobby back to the front entrance. I'd thrown on khakis and a polo shirt, and Jen was wearing that same deliciously translucent skirt and a casual tank.We exited out the Mirage's front door into the evening twilight and I glanced at the parked limos and cabs until I saw what I was looking for. When she saw that one of the limo drivers was holding a. ” I was stunned. My mind was spinning as I tried to make sense of all that was going on, with myself and now with her. “My god, what’s happening to us?” I finally said. “Oh please.” She was sounding panicky. “I don’t want anything to happen to us. What we have is too good and I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to it. I need you to forgive me, but I don’t know how to ask you.” I gripped her shoulders. “No, you don’t understand what I meant. It’s so totally bizarre! Listen to me.. It's not like there's a handy leafletexplaining what to do. How about the kid?" They sat at the bar, aroundthem a middle aged man with dyed black hair set up the tables."Damn!" The label had ripped. "He was OK. Shy at first, a little sad.Angry whenever the subject came round to the doctors who they've seen."She put the three remaining pieces of label on the bar, placing themtogether like a jigsaw puzzle. She thought of Aiden, how he couldn'tsit still, hugging a pillow against himself. His.