Even the times I had done anal, it was never this tight. I rubbed her almost tit-less chest and rolled her nipples between my thumbs and fingers. Ai...o slowly moved herself up and down on my cock and started to loosen up. "Is my pussy good for you, Dick?" "You're wonderful, Aiko. Are you OK?" She quietly said yes. I thought of something I wanted to do with this petite little thing. I stood up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I held her at the rib cage. ” She hung up the phone as if it were a burning torch ready to singe her fingers. Madre de Dios! Why did I do that? Well, you did that maybe because you told the woman you would call her and you didn’t take her number. You genius! Rosanna did not want to stop to examine her feelings as to why she wanted to see Solace again. If she had been honest, though, she would have admitted that the fact that Solace was blind intrigued her and she wanted to know more about how she functioned. She did not. Yes, I did say two hours but he never could cum. It must be the change in him. He became frustrated by his inability to release but he couldn’t stop because a man needs release. I finally had to stop him because my pussy became too sore. I can’t really stop him. He could have continued if he wanted but he stopped because he loves me. We can try again another day.He continues to thrust. I feel the head of his penis remain just inside my ass with every long stroke then push all eight inches back. Take my prayer."Interesting. A prayer to Gabriel. To the patron saint of messengers.Another candle, another payer. "St. Francis de Sales, hear my prayer. Open my ears, bless my hands."Ah, of course. Her walls were not all self-imposed. She was deaf. Her world was silent not by choice, but by design.Another candle. A whispered prayer to Valentine and Jude. To lovers and desperate causes.The saints don't listen. They don't exist. But we do.I followed her home that night. Through crowded streets.