I put the book down and pulled the magazines out from under my bed. I laid down on my stomach in my bed and started turning the pages of a Playboy. I ...as almost disappointed that the first part of the magazine was articles. Where were the nude pictures?Even expecting them, I was still a bit shocked when I eventually found a page with a picture of a nude woman on it. The woman in it was a dirty blonde woman with blue eyes and a big smile. The picture was only of the top half of the women, and. “One fucking hour, just one fucking hour!”As she berated herself, she knew she was fighting a losing battle. An itch was an itch and it had to be scratched.“Oh fuck! Alright, you win. I give up. But first, the shopping.”For the next ten minutes she bustled around the kitchen putting items in cupboards and on shelves. All the time, like an alien inside her, the need and the itch grew and grew. This feeling was so familiar to her it almost seemed natural now that when the need was on her nothing. She had worked long and hard to protect Leonard’s anonymity, and to isolate him from his brother’s corrosive smallness. As things stood now her role in this little drama might have been complete if not for her overwhelming love for Berensen, her desire to be with him always. That he seemed oblivious to her need only heightened her desire. Her limited understanding of the man had helped construct a Promethean edifice out of the man, and she had shared that towering image of the man with the. .do anything.... suddenly I hear you movingYou rip my G off, leaving my pussy exposed..... the scent of sex is strong and anticipation is building......I feel my legs been pushed apart, one leg at a time you tie them down aswell stretched far apart, leaving my pussylips open and exposed....I wonder if you will fuck me with your hard cock and finger me until I climax.....but once again, there is nothing, time is standing still, I don't know where you are I cant feel you, I cant hear you... it.