I can't remember what I did, probably squealing like a prima-donna, I don't know. He released himself deep in my poor anal passage – in these days, ...here were no HIV or AIDS around that we know of. He didn't thank me, just ordered me to get presentable again and get the hell out of there. I couldn't sit or shit properly in days.From now on me and Bert shared the secret and the action. It was absolutely outrageous, being in this environment and whispering about our last encounter with Bill, like. I can't believe how I see a new dimension just by exploring with the back of my hand rather than my palm. I put my cheek on his and feel our warm softness blend together, molding into each other and becoming one. I find I enjoy exploring with my lips more than anything else. They are so sensitive and pick up subtle differences. I truly see his eyes, as I've never seen them before. His ears have so many interesting paths, like the slides at the waterslide park. I explore where his hair meets his. The movie started and Boris dug into the popcorn until the middle of the movie. He then whispered to Jasmine,"You know, this movie is exciting but it kind of reminds me of our relationship. Take off your coat," he said. Jasmine took off her coat and placed on the seat next to hers."Why don't you put the popcorn down too," he further suggested. She complied and put the popcorn on the same empty seat next to hers. He pulled her closer to him, took her drink from her and placed it on the floor and. I looked up lots of things on it just to avoid thinking about The Monk. I was pretty sure he didn't get that nickname because he was celibate. Then again he had paid Gypsy. He was also trying to make a deal with me. Maybe the Monk was celibate in his own way. Maybe he had attachment problems. I knew I had them, but I wasn't sure I was ready for birds of a feather and all that.I crawled under the blankets and imagined sex with Monk as I gently rubbed my clit until I came in shallow waves..