She took my hand and placed it on her crotch. The people around didn't notice, they were all looking at the stage.I caressed her pussy, she shivered. ...he pulled up her skirt, and led my hand underneath it. I played with it, I kissed her in the neck, I felt the moist of her knickers.She lowered them a bit. Now I could feel the curly hairs, I played with them a second. She spread her legs a little. I hold her cunt with the palm of my hand and squeezed it softly. I put a finger in her, she looked. At first, I thought yeah that would have been cool, being able to be bigand strong and basically play any sport I wanted. Then I thought that forthat to happen I would have to also swap my mutated gene problem and allthat entailed. The years of wasting away, the puking until my throatbled... I realized that I wouldn't ever trade this with anyone... Iwouldn't even swap with Clint with him being the asshole he is, I'd neverwish this on anyone else. I then accepted that my illness was exactlythat,. ”“What?“I shook my head. “I didn’t love her anymore. I mean, I still loved her, and I always will, but I wasn’t ‘in love’ with her anymore. I didn’t have that all-encompassing urge to be with her as much as possible. I didn’t find myself missing her when we were apart. We made love, we fucked each other’s brains out, then we kissed and each went along with the rest of our day without a backwards glance.”“The honeymoon phase was over.”I shook my head again. “I just ... I don’t know ... I don’t. So he thinks I'm a corpse, she thought bitterly. Just because I don't want to make love the same way he does! With a shudder she thought back to what he hat tried to do to her. Ugh! Filthy! Revolting! Disgusting! she thought in revulsion. She knew that what he wanted was wrong... depraved... and how could he insist that she join him in such a disgusting act? She remembered how she had looked up in horror to find his head buried between her thighs and the horrible sounds as he licked and sucked.