What bullshit. You are words on a computer screen -- nothing more. You aren't really real. I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again,...be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. ******I find myself sitting in my room wanting you. Wanting you to be here after our "big date". Wanting to have you read me that Valentine's card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentine's poem that I'd written just for you. Roses are red...Wanting you to be here. ’ ‘Ja. I have an old army map in my pocket and a compass. Let’s head north. The Germans won’t be out in this snow. They would rather remain in their warm billets.’ We headed northeastward. The next town we reached in two days. It was a small town called Haugestol and we were able to purchase more provisions. After spending the night at a safe house, we pushed northward. By noon we reached another small town called Geilo. Again we were able to spend the night warm and safe under the care of. Oh my god was this wonderful. I yelled, "Robert, I am cumming!" My pussy was on fire. "Yes!" "Yes!" I wanted this to last forever.I was calming down and I looked over at Robert. He sitting there looking at me. His face red, his breathing deep. He had his hand around his cock and he was covered in cum. I missed it. He came and I had missed it. I spoke. "Thank you baby," He just sat there his cock in his hand with cum all over his fingers. I looked at him and he was looking at me. "Am I bad?" I. The locks clicked open allowing Annie to undo the flexible metal waistband and let the excessively wide central strap piece fall to the floor Gillian kissed then both, grabbed her crotch and raced for the toilet.Very relieved, Gillian came back from the bathroom, chattering about loving the dispensers above the washbasin: “there's one for liquid soap, one for nipple sensitisation, another one for rose-scented vaginal moisturizer and one for cherry-flavoured anal lubricant. Yum I tried all.