You know, send her pictures of me in my work uniform with my cock out and maybe stick it in a McFlurry. Do you think that's a good plans Mrs Cums Cunt... What else do you think I can do to keep our love alive?Ehhhhhhhh,Barry Botkin. If that isn't a life-affirming letter then I don't know what is. Whoever said that romance is dead has obviously been looking underneath the wrong stones when all they needed to do was pop down the old East End to feast upon a mushy slice of traditional Cockney. The first print order was stuck in the spooler blocking the next print order—What the fuck? She’d sent it to print how many more times? It made no difference. I needed to flush the spooler and restart all the systems. Then I’d have to babysit the machine as I hand-fed the heavyweight glossy stock into it one sheet at a time.GenSys was a demanding client and I worked 110 hours that week making their emergency changes to content and design. Two more nights after Sunday, I just never went home.. Then the strangest thing happened. She looked up at me and with a look of anguish on her face she asked, "What's happening to me?"I got up and went over to her. I offered her my hand and gently pulled her to her feet. I put my arms around her. I hugged her gently and said, "You know, I was just watching you and wondering the same thing. My guess is that the real person inside of you is breaking out of that cold cocoon and emerging. It's amazing to watch. I know you hate this. But I was just. I was still kissing Trina as the dildo entered her cunt, and she moaned. Gently Kirsty moved her hips, forcing the fake cock into that virgin pussy, and Trina moaned louder. "Fuck, Kirsty. Ah, so fucking good. Harder, please, deeper. I can feel it so good." Kirsty had come up against Trina's hymen, so I motioned for her to force her way in. She did, and Trina squealed. But almost at once Kirsty was fucking her deeper and Trina was panting and begging for more fucking. She got it. All the while.