By that logic, you already belong to me, too. All of me is yours, because I’m attached to you, in body, soul, and spirit. We are woven, even fused, ...eamlessly into one being, one entity. What’s mine is yours, without conditions. What’s yours is mine, also without conditions. It is a microcosm of the world in Schopenhaeur’s view. I am of you ... I am you. You are of me ... You are me. There can be no moment when what is done to me isn’t also done to you and vice versa.“It is on that basis that I. "She skips the dance and climbs onto his lap kissing him full on the mouth. I watch surprised at how turned on I actually am, I feel tingles of excitement. I sit up and closer to Kevin so that half my body is behind him. I watch for a moment, then with the same arm I have around him, I reach over to her and caress her cheek with my hand, while she is kissing Kevin. I kiss Kevin's neck and twirl my tongue in his ear. His left hand is exploring this women's ass and his other hand is rubbing the. She was a woman possessed and the only thing driving her was to impale herself on my throbbing cock and fuck herself into oblivion on it.She bounced wildly up and down on me. Her words were so garbled I could not understand anything she said. Her was so overwhelmed by her passion and lust that she did not care about anything but reaching her orgasm. She was a totally committed slut in every sense of the word. At that moment, I am not sure if she knew or even cared who she was fucking but I am. I wanted her to move in tonight and never leave. But we both had jobs, and sometimes my job ran to all kinds of crazy hours. I had the barest of epiphanies, but needed more data."Anna?" Hrm?" She was holding my hand in her lap, her other hand tracing the veins on the back."Do you like your job? You've always called it your 'shitty job' before, but last week when we had drinks it actually sounded like you really enjoyed it." I do. I tend to call it a 'shitty job' among our friends because it's.