The draught on her exposed skin made her close yet another button. In passing she checked her face in a mirror – the painted eyes, the full red lips... the bare legs. Alec had never seen her like this; what would he think? Why did she choose this look? And why did she now think she shouldn't look like that – not for him?When they arrived at the entrance to the clinic, Juliana once more tucked at her skirt.Alec was sitting up in bed. The tubes and the beep-machines were still there, but a smaller. And so it was. I could write you a whole chapter just describing our day out – fresh air, fish and chips by the seaside, more hand-holding than I’d done in over five years, laughter, reminiscing, you know the sort of stuff. Corny, clichéd it may have been, but, shit, it was a great, great day out. We returned home and although Christmas was still a few months off, we watched ‘Love Actually’ – and argued, for the first time but without malice, which of the couples was most credible. In the end,. He was grateful for the extra boost. He could tell he was running out of the stamina it sounded like he was going to need. She proceeded to suck him until he got hard again, then she lubed her asshole and his cock and got into the doggie position for him to bury his cock in her ass. He didn't think he would ever get it into her tight hole, but eventually he managed and she was in a constant state of groaning at the pleasure-pain of getting her ass fucked for the first time. Her pleasure stemmed. I could hear the music and crowd noises long before I found the entrance. When I got inside, the place was crowded. The music was blaring, and most everybody was dancing. As I dodged and weaved my way to the bar, several people stopped me. They were offering various diversions, chemical and physical. I ignored them and continued on.At the bar, the harried bartender asked, “What’ll it be?”“I’m looking for Tom Olivet.”“Sorry buddy, I serve booze here. Food’s next door and cards are in the back.