But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Wha...ever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was going to force it; tonight, by my own hand.Then, would you like to change the lives of those you hold. The azure blue sky was traced with high stratus and the scent of Jasmine was in the air.Here within the grounds of Carlton Manor life felt far from the madness of the TV studio; from which I had obtained leave which I was due.And after a simple reunion with Ben just earlier, Ralph had taken him off somewhere.It made me smile with relief at how short our trauma had been and another landscape opening here at the Manor for us both.Now I could chat with Iris about Ben’s prospects of working through. .. enjoying each other's company!" Of course I have," I nodded. "But I didn't have to paint it." You must have seen a certain beauty in it - something you could express in your painting." They were just randy sailors using each other for relief," I shrugged. "Their sex was frantic and functional... nothing like the sensual connection that this couple will obviously want me to show."I'd also never properly watched my shipmates having sex. Those who needed to use such outlets had retreated to. And this guy was making me a mess. His body’s sweat, laced with his own body odor, smeared with mine, and I began to take on his smell, a fact that was making me want to retch, and yet I could not, for his cock was rapid-firing into me, making me shiver and shake. His final gesture was to cum in me, fast, and with absolutely no warning. Some grunts, and then a loud bellow, almost a high-pitched cry, and he pushed his cock fully into me, holding it inside me, and his semen spurted into my.