Walter was ogling her tits now. Margaret stretched out on the floor, wiggling her tight little ass into a good humping position on the carpet. She c...ntinued to stare hungrily at the lad's immense prick as she spread her thighs high and wide in the interest of science. "Go ahead, Walter. Get on top of me. I want you to act out the fantasies you have about your mother. Now I want you to place your erection inside me. You should call me Mom or Mommy." Walter dropped to his knees, his mammoth. "He shook his head."Then you have to couple in the fact that we're likely to be alone a lot," Karlie said with a sigh. "Most of us are alienated from our parents and families. There is no support system."Allie nodded and frowned."And there are the people we tend to surround ourselves with," she said. "I've met so many girls whose boyfriends have them totally isolated. They keep them away from everyone else – probably so no one notices that the girl is treated the same way in private as she is. As the train jerks awkwardly to one side, causing everyone to jolt, your thumb lightly traces your wrists. Wrists that he had bound in silk on that night and opened your eyes to new worlds. And despite the marks of silk upon your creamy flesh having long gone, the fond memories were burnt forevermore in the recesses of your mind. Closing your eyes to the outside world, as your thumb lightly circles, you dare to remember, barely noticing the bite of your lip as images of that night flash. It hasn't been easy. A stolen kiss here. A silent coupling there. And a repressed acknowledgement that every single time might very well be our last time. We're both moving, filled with wanderlust. And we know we're not heading to the same place.Saudade.That's what I think as I hold the gossamer paper in my hands. I learned that word when I lived in Portugal with another girl. Someone long gone. Someone Isabel can't stop asking about.That word is about a pain so deep it can't be isolated. Or.