Aria reached out and touched her shoulder. Her age rang off of her, like counting the lines on a tree stump to see how old it had been when it had bee... cut down. She was almost three hundred and seventy now. How had it happened? How had she become so old, when Aria felt she was never changing? She was barely twenty years old now, would she be like her mother and live for so long, seeing her loved one die, only days after her last daughter had been born? "Now, I want you to set your protection. Yes, you might be a straight woman, but women have more tolerance for this stuff. Anyway, it's essentially an abandoned H.R Geiger painting. Folds open, red and pink, wetness at future yeast-infection levels on her outer lips and her bush. And last but not least, semen dribbling out, slowly. Just let it leak, thinks Cheryl, remembering the words of her friend Jasmine, whose had plenty of unprotected sex. Cheryl dabs at her cunt and tucks the folds back in and tries to process the fact that. He frowned at her and she reached down to grab his cock to reinsert it. Just this manifestation of his visible scorn for her having broken the connection sent a thrill through her and, just as he penetrated with a might shove, Catherine went over the edge again, quaking and moaning. Her head was in the clouds now and all she could see were clear skies and Kende's stern face; and she was mesmerized by this image.Kende wrapped his arms around Catherine's upper body and began to scoot to the edge. ‘Meh. I think a lot of people do it, if I’m being honest.’‘Really?’‘Yeah. You’re just like the most naive person I’ve ever met. But that’s another reason why Gina likes you, because you’re so sweet.’‘Thanks.’‘Welcome.’There was a lull in the conversation while Sara texted Gina with the ‘good news’. I felt like vomiting, but oddly, another part of me felt relief. I adored Gina, and I’d always felt like I couldn’t be enough for her. Somehow, the honesty of it all felt liberating.I got up from the.