I felt his jizz slide down stickily with my own juices against my thighs. He looked at me, and I almost wept through another orgasm, knowing this is w...at joy felt like, or love, or something deep and meaningful. His gaze looked tired, but content. Satiated. I took pride knowing that I gave him that look, that he had that look from knowing my body. “Feel better?” I couldn't help but ask. “Oh yeah.” Then he pressed another kiss to my mouth before he stumbled away and up the stairs to bed. I. She wanted to go to the ladies room to wash out her eyes, and fix her makeup. She also wanted to wipe herself out. She said that getting wet made her feel dirty. I didn't stop her. "Oh no" she said, when she wiped herself. "What's the matter?" I asked. "I'm starting. I'm spotting." "Well, did you remember to stock your purse up?" "I forgot. Do you have a liner I could borrow?" "I have a tampon," I said, handing it to her over the door. She would have to learn to keep her purse fully loaded. Men. “No, Annie, no words. No regrets. Just feel. Just me and you. Together again the way it should be.” I took his mouth again. His hands were caressing me. He grabbed my tit and broke off the kiss, surprised. “What?” I asked, confused. “You said you had surgery, but plastic surgery?” “No, honey. They’re still all natural. I gained weight, but didn’t lose it again from my chest. Nice, aren’t they?” “Woman, you know I am. I didn’t say or do anything to stop it. In fact, I pretended I had no idea.”“I don’t understand. I know I’m the very last person you want to hear ask this question, but why?”“You’re right, you are the very last person. She was unhappy, and growing unhappier by the day. She was also angry, and growing angrier by the day. We were doing something we’d never done before: fighting without quite being able to get things back to normal once the fight was over. And I was desperate, trying to find a.