Mind youthey were easy on the eyes." Ah, that is one thing that I was going to ask. Could you describethem?" Mark asked. The police had not supplied h...m with a picture ofeither of the women."You sure you're not from the cops?" the man demanded suspiciously."No I assure you I am not. Here." Mark produced his privateinvestigator license for the man to look at. The man looked at itsuspiciously and grunted."I might be able to do better than that if you can see your way tomaking my life a little. We found our way to the workout area after first, texting the ladies where we were headed. The hotel was bustling with people, looking to be mostly Americans.We started out stretching a little, using a technique Claire taught me. We sit, and put the soles of our feet up against each other, and then alternately pull each other slowly towards one other, stretching all the muscles from the waist down very effectively. After about five minutes of that, I got up and shook my arms a bit and started. It's always there.When you're in love with someone who doesn't love you back, you don't have to worry too much about them intentionally hurting you. That's because everything small memory you've over analyzed hits you across the face over and over. You're constantly hating yourself because this one person was so important to you and now she's gone. “I should've done..” “Why was I so..” “No wonder she doesn't..” Those thoughts are toxic and seizes up your body.When you're in love with someone. But then, I felt his hand creeping up my thigh. Thank you! I was waiting for a sign that he really wanted me. I continued my ministrations on myself as he got closer and closer to my sex. I could tell that his hand on his member had slowed down. But, since it was I he was now touching, I couldn’t really complain. Before I knew it, his fingers were pushing up into me. Filling me up completely. I don’t know if it was three fingers or five. All I know is that I wanted them in me as deeply as he.