I lifted myself up and lowered onto that cock. I could feel him as he penetrated my, the lips of my girl moving aside, stretching to accommodate him. ...I was facing away from him, sitting on his lap, and he was fully in me. I sat still holding onto the moment. But I couldnt stand it anymore than he could, and started to rise and fall on him. I felt him as I moved up sliding against my vaginal wall, the head of him hitting my G-spot. Then I would feel him sliding back in me as I lowered myself. She walked slowly into the room.Chris glanced at her and could see that her eyes were wet with tears. He stared up at the ceiling, ignoring her.She walked over and sat down on the corner of Chris's bed. She wiped her eyes with a Kleenex and stared at a poster-covered wall, remaining silent, but for an occasional sob. Finally she spoke. "I'm sorry," she whispered.Chris heard her, but still chose not to respond. He didn't know what to say anyway.Allison finally looked at her son. She saw his eyes. It WAS her specialty though. I sent her off a quick email asking her for information on the dates, fees, contact for registration and what hotels they were using for the conference.I figured I’d hear from her sometime overnight, but I didn’t even have my laptop closed when she was sending a reply back. I looked over the details and thought that while it was out of my wheelhouse, I might want to branch out and start shifting my focus. I messaged the conference organizers and explained that I’d. I recreate myself. I am Proteus. Vibrant. Alive. My heartstrings are attuned with a celestial harp. My universe is no longer composed of silent melodies. The strumming in my soul is powerful, strident, and evocative of my youth.Blessed be the ethereal beings who beget you for me. Transcendent, immortal, assured, I bathe in your spirit and I am reborn.”oo00ooI crafted those words in my diary the evening of the day I first saw you. It was a Friday business meeting; November in Minneapolis. We.