She put her tongue in my ear and then whispered, "this is what I was trying to do."She then placed her finger on the outside of my asshole and slowly ...ressed against it and massaged around it. At first, I didn't like it at all."I need you to relax," she whispered.I took a deep breath and let it out. I laid there and tried to have an open mind. It took awhile, but I noticed that my dick was slowly coming back to life. "There you go she whispered. Now lay on your belly."I delicately laid on my. She wasn't sure. Shemoved away from her cabinet just to break down crying. She curled on thefloor crying for hours.But what else could Julie do? Travel bans are in place. Both ways. Noidea when any of them will be lifted. A pandemic ruling the world,getting more and more aggressive and fucking up the economy of the world.Unemployment rates exploded everywhere. How is she supposed to get a workpermit? Who would sponsor a foreigner when there are so many peoplelooking for jobs already, with less. ’ Forget him…. Forget the anger, the screaming pain when he left her… the unadulterated joy when they reunited… the slow realization of bitter anger and unforgiven sins… wounds that cut too deep to ever be healed by him… the horrifying realization of her own faults and sins that led to their demise. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ Why not…. the laughter, the tears… the way he’d looked at her in that dress, pictures and pictures and pictures… that day in the field, in the sun… the holes he dug. .." While she was yelling, she was also trying to knee me in the groin. I managed to get my hips turned enough to stop her from ringing my bell. After I had my balls protected, I was able to concentrate on the fist she was hitting me in the face with. I was sort of laughing at her response until she laid one on my nose. That hurt, fuck that shit! I buried a fist in her stomach. The fight went out of her as she tried to catch her breathI punched her twice more to be sure she got the message..