Will we make each other happy?' Questions flood my mind but never get answered. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful...face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of. “You are my love and my life,” I told her. “I will do whatever you want me to do.” She shook her head slowly again. “It won’t work like that, Eric. We have to do this together, just like we decided to be together, to make a life, to become the unified entity that we have created.” “Shania,” I began. “I know,” she grinned. “I love you, too.” “You’re still doing that,” I whined. “So are you,” she grinned brightly. “Every time you say my name I hear you say ‘I love you.’ I like it.” “You know, you. Shiho sat down on the couch. She looked like she was about to break down and cry. It’s not every day you find out our husband was killed by your future husband all for money. I placed my arms around her and hold her close. She looked up at me and smiled.“Thank you Brad for being here for me”“You’re welcome”I looked into her eyes and wiped the tear off her check. She then placed her hands on my face and pulled me for a kiss. When our lips met I slowly snaked my tongue into her mouth. She pulled. Miss Ostiago slowly pulled her hand away and rolled out of bed, breathless with desire. She’d been with Yvonne exclusively for almost ten years now. This was the first time she’d touched another woman in all those years. It felt good. Too good. She was glad Mrs. Foster was straight. She didn’t need temptation in her life right now, when things were going so good for her. Well… professionally anyway. Her personal life was another matter. She went to the shower and quietly masturbated under the.