He shouted above the din ofthe music that he was on leave for a week and this was his first nighthome. After a difficult few moments trying to shout a...ove the music henodded to the lounge!Pushing open the lounge doors the hush hit us, even though the deepthrum of the disco could be heard in the other room, the quiet wasalmost deafening. A group of regulars were bemoaning how loud themusic was and one pompous blue haired old lady looked down her nose atme with disgust as we passed by. I. I kept fisting my cunt, faster and faster, hearing the sound of my sloppy wet cunt and now the air escaping my loose fat cunt. I start to squirt hard and scream out again, my entire body convulsing as the best orgasm of my life ripples through me. Laying back with my legs spread, my pussy lips gripping around my wrist before I pull out my fist. My loose pussy hole on display for my stream, I lean back to open and close my hole for chat. Them telling me I should be looser, that my cunt needs to. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is.Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.I am important to her. She comes and goes.Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.In me, she has drowned a young girl, and in me, an old womanRises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish."Mirror" By Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)"Where am I? It is so dark! Why is it. Probably one of our buddies telling us about a party! I opened it only to see a courier holding a box in one hand and a clipboard in another. "I've got a delivery for a Cindi here." He looked at me for a few seconds before continuing. "There isn't any last name. Just Cindi." I was thinking, Tim really had it hard for this chick to try and have her move in with him. Of course, he didn't ask me about it. If anyone knew how to get a hold of her, it would be Tim. Maybe She's playing him for some.