They stayed like that for a long moment only listening to each other breathing. ‘Come on…you look like you need some sustenance…Long night?’ S...e tried not to sound too worried. ‘He has enough on his mind, he doesn’t need a clingy girlfriend.’ She thought. ‘Girlfriend…’ He almost missed her frowning slightly. ‘Yes, we had a lot to work on.’ Damien said feeling guilty about not sharing more with her. He couldn’t elaborate more. He had to keep some aspects of the investigation classified, for the. As I continued, her screams turned into moans, and words I couldn’t quite understand. I took it as her wanting more, since she kept pushing her breasts into my hands. After I was sure her nipples were fine, I removed the dildo and tried to get the rope out of the way. The knots were a mess and I had to resort to using the scissors from my first aid kit to remove the whole mess. Her bush was damp, and her pussy was hungry for my fingers, sucking them in as I caressed it. Her pussy lips kept. ‘Please let me in.’ She requests plaintively. I think of her flabby nude body with all its blemishes waiting outside and wonder if she is aware that the occupants of the house next door can peer, if they choose, into the landing outside my flat – I cannot help but smile again. I allow three minutes to pass. ‘I beg you to let me in!’ She’s getting distressed – how sweet. I allow another sixty seconds to pass then slowly open my door. ‘About time, you bitch, what kept you?’ I may be a cunt, some. He taught me to trust myself sexually and to let go and truly enjoy sex, whether fucking or making love.Until Stone, I’d never allowed myself to be so free. I worried about every little detail. I was too worried to let go and enjoy life. He changed that. With him, I noticed the beauty in the smallest of things. Fast forward twenty years. I’d spent time in some of the world's ugliest, most depressing places. All my humanitarian travels were an attempt to find the beauty in my life again. I was.