Sometimes it was so agonizing that he was sure he would....And sometimes...Only sometimes...There was no pain at all.And he called those days "Good" -...and the others he called "Bad." Forhe dwelt in a world of opposites and it came naturally to him to divide things into categories like black and white, positive and negative,long and short, male and female; and to express a preference for oneaspect over another. And to the things that gave him pleasurablesensations he gave the designation "Good". I watch as I run my hands through my hair, releasing the pins holding it in place for my look in the office. I have grown my hair long because I love it when a man grabs hold of it and puts my head where he wants it to be. I unbutton my jacket and slowly take it down both shoulders as I hold it behind both arms, holding them in place as I examine my breasts, pushing at my shirt like they are straining to be free. My blouse is gaping open, and I can see my nipples start to form little bumps. I learned that night that Iwas very vocal when giving a blowjob. As I moaned and mewleddelightfully, I remember reading that men liked women who made a lot ofnoise during fellatio and figured that fact had been imbedded into mysubconscious. My tweaked id.I'm not sure Jeremy could have planned this better. At least not fromthe perspective of my new demanding id. Instead of cumming in the deepwarm confines of my mouth, Jeremy pulled me from his thick throbbing toolby the hair, tilted my head. Now it is all marred up by her self mutilation." Oh Rick, what happened to us? You lose your lovely wife and I lose my loving husband on the same night," Beth put a sweet smelling hanky to her nose. When he first met Beth on Philip's arm, she was beautiful and at that time was just a dumb blonde. Over these years he learned that she was more beautiful than ever and wasn't so dumb after all. Being the executor of her husband's estate, she pooled all of his riches, and doled the money out to.