.as our silence speaks volumes...I close my eyes...and I know...he has to leave soon...Caressing my tits..he whispers 'I love you'...if only things we...e different..' In my mind I think...'How could I...I am one awful bitch to do this'...then...that question...'do you love me?.....yes you do...say you do....' and when I don't reply immediately...he stops caressing my tit...and puts his arm over his face and says..'oh fuck...'...and pulls out and walks to the shower...comes back into the room and. She had placed a foot on either side of my head and was squatting over me. She put her palms on my forehead and pressed my skull hard into the pillow. I closed my eyes as she started to lower herself down the length. She was moving at a faster pace now, truly fucking herself rather than grinding. She would bounce up and down and occasionally drop deep and her butt would punch my cheeks with a force that was intense. I started to feel her rhythm faulter and I knew that she was close, and I was. But until I had come along, even she was beginning to find it as I had, to be a hollow adventure without promise, and certainly without companionship. Having built a foundation of trust and understanding, we soon after exchanged email addresses. Something I had been reluctant to give out to anyone other than friends and family. Likewise, she too had been hesitant as the delicacy of her own situation demanded that she be discrete, not wanting to hurt other family members who might one day. I get off by getting you off. I'm not a whore because of that." "People are just mean,” as I reach down and close the browser. While walking back to our room, "Do you think that guys really jacked off to our video?" "Yeah, probably. I'm sorry I shouldn’t have done that?" My wife is silent while packing our things. I fear by reading the responses or just remembering I uploaded the video that she will continue to be pissed at me. Katie stops and stares at me as I'm packing up our things, I.