I don’t even know how to begin to describe our relationship. That isn’t even a good word for it. We didn’t have a relationship. We were one and ...he same, but even after twenty years, we sometimes found ourselves confused about who we were. Only when we were all together did we seem to be truly complete.I’ve heard there are two sides of the brain and one side can talk to the other. You know that voice in your head that you talk to? Only the voice in my head that I talk to is really connected to. Heaven. There is no place I'd rather be. I reached for the dildo and the butt plug, running my hand blindly around ‘til I found the oil. I took the dildo and slid it into your sopping cunt, marveling at how strong your kegel muscles were. It clamped down on the slightly bulbous head, making it difficult to pull it back out. I ran it in and out, turning it in a slight orbit and you moaned. I reached around again, guiding your head up and down on my cock, gently shoving until you took the whole. “What’s wrong?” “I think ‘m in labor…” Cloud looked up at him, her eyes searching for something to distract her from the pain that she knew would grow worse. “Shit.” She placed her hand on her stomach at her husband’s words and sat up, wincing as she did so. It didn’t take DeadShot long to quickly pull his clothes on and he moved to her side of the bed, helping her to stand. Cloud leaned against him, clad only in one of her satin nightgowns and shivering even in the heated room. Her arms. Harte would leave town in the morning, and after he was gone for a while – piece by piece – maybe the rest of who she was would come back home. She was trying to hate him for going away. It was supposed to make it easier, she kept rolling back time to the few minutes before when she'd been furiously drumming the pads of her fingers across her clit as she arched forward, waiting to see his desire boil over in an explosion of cum.It was Monday, and like every Monday for the past three years, he'd.