. you're touching places inside my pussy that Bruce has never touched... use me like the slut I am... I'm your slut Scott... right now I belong to no ...ne but you..". Despite that I had just had an intense orgasm, hearing Emily was starting to turn me on again.Emily started moaning loudly, and I could hear the familiar splashing sounds the precede her orgasm. "I want you to cum inside me Scott... I want to feel your cum shooting deep inside me... I'm going to cum.. I want you to cum with me.... Our physical lives are far from over, and I regret that while we may live on, we shall be but husks as love letters, novels, poems, stories, tales: they will all be lost to us. Decades from now, when we think ourselves healed from this rift in our souls, have near forgotten this communion of the lost, you will itch. This itch will disturb you, but you’ll have dislodged the memory of your beloved Muse and will not recall the need to create. Perhaps you’ll attempt other means or creativity:. It was then that I knew I’d always love the woodenclomping sound of clogs. I was wobbly at first, butthen I got the hang of it. We didn’t say anything.Eventually, I sadly returned the clogs to her. We bothtacitly understood that we would not breathe a word ofour experience to anybody. Stacia turned on the TV and sat down on thecouch. I awkwardly sat down on the opposite end.Stacia casually propped her legs up on my thigh andgently rubbed my cock through my speedos with her. Still, it took me about two days to get curious I wasn’t out in high school and I wondered what kind of guys would be posting craigslist ads in my area. I logged on to kill time one afternoon and found the usual mix of stuff, a lot of older closeted guys who were looking for real love and companionship, and a bunch of pervs who just posted dick pics. There was also one ad for a glory hole that someone posted every single week and I’m still kind of sorry that I never checked it out, but I.