I feel calm and relaxed. I miss her melodic voice.(traffic) (voices) (birds)Benito is there on the park bench. Next to him a small girl sits and chatt...rs away at him. She is seven, maybe eight, years old. The girl wears a pink jacket and pale blue jeans with brightly-coloured flowers embroidered up one leg. Benito is back in his grey suit, but this time with a pale yellow tie. The family resemblance between the girl and Benito is noticeable. The girl has the same stocky build, the same slight. She struggled with it. I did too.”“You struggled being the wife of that beauty?”“Joanne, the older woman, is extremely important to me. And to Esther of course. If Joanne had said no, Esther would never had been my wife. Which would not have pleased Esther.”“Or you.”“It wouldn’t have been pleasant.”“Pleasant,” the woman snorted.“I know Esther’s an amazingly beautiful woman. But you might have noticed every woman in that wallet is beautiful. At least I think they are.”“They are.”Joe nodded. “But. She gagged a couple of times but I carried on. It felt so good. A true face fuck. I came again, with the semen going straight down her throat.I stepped back and looked down on her again. “Please let me go now. I promise I won’t do this again, ever.”For the first time since I had known she was the burglar my cock was not so hard it was uncomfortable. I looked at her body: large breasts spilled over a torn blouse, her pussy open between her legs. I was not going to give this up quickly. I grabbed. “I have such a strong desire to see your face and to be able to touch you as well.” The reply reads. “I am worried you won’t like what you see & we will no longer be lovers,” Chris replies. “Maybe I should be the judge of that. You certainly know what a woman wants and the most erotic ways to please one,” I reply. “OK, next week I will let you touch & we will see what develops.” Why is Chris so reluctant for me to touch and see him? Surely he can’t be a hideous beast. I spend almost every.