“Please fuck me!” she screamed, pulling my hair.I tried ignoring her pleading and somehow found the strength to resist. I hovered over her and too... my hard cock in my hand and moved it slowly up and down her dripping pussy.“Don't do this to me!” she yelled, lifting her ass off of the bed and arched her back.With my hands on her ass, I pulled her onto my cock, slowly entered, then lowered her to the pillow and savored the warm wet tightness of her pussy clutching my hard, throbbing cock. Neither. It wasn't as crowded as I expected on a Saturday, but there were enough likely candidates to keep me interested. In addition to the booths and theater, there's a long, wide dark hallway with lounge chairs situated on two sides where a lot of action happens. One time I was in there during the summer, and I stripped naked while three guys paid attention to different parts of my body - one of my best orgasms ever.Anyway, after a half-hour of hanging it out to be seen in different places, I hadn't. I said ok.I asked her “are you going on professional tour”? she said that she is going for her friends marriage party.She asked me whether I am going on professional tour for that I replied “yes”.I asked her “are you working or what u doing?” she said she is working as a assistant manager in a private company.She asked “where you are working?”I said my company name and said as a senior software engineer she smiled and said that’s nice.She asked about my studies qualification and hobbies I said. No longer able to travel. Death slowly inundating their liveliness until ending it. Sorrow taking over the joy I once found in them. Until their death becomes a sort of relief for them and for me, a terrible relief. Because, in their nature, in the thing I love most in them, their feistiness, they hate holding me back because of their weakness, their mortality. I get selfish about it, wanting every moment with them, even the worst moments. So their death is my release. Things become better.