Setting my body on fire, he thrust into me and touched me everywhere – touched my body with his hands, and my soul with care and concern for my plea...ure and comfort. ‘Oh my fucking God, baby, you feel so good,’ he muttered as he thrusted gently in and out of my core. Too engrossed in the sensations of our bodies being joined, I couldn’t form a coherent sentence and just acknowledged my pleasure with an endless stream of grunts, groans, and moans. Sensing I was close, oh so very close, to my. And you removing your head from your ass like I did and being back with Joe, Cheryl, and being here with me, I do feel complete. Like old times.”“Like old times,” Cheryl agreed. “And Chandi snuck into our hearts just like Yanhuo and Essie.”“Essie was always part of our heart, even before the slut took over as legal wife.”“When she was that little girl proclaiming her destiny.”“Yes.”“Did you have that weird feeling that that five year old was right?”“I did.”“You never said.”“That was your job.. Saying 'thanks' seemed trite, and less than adequate, but I could think of nothing else!"Your very welcome," he said, and then he got up and showed me where I could wash up if I wished to; and I did. Then, coming back out into his living room (where he was standing looking out through the large glass wall-windows into his sunny garden), I stood watching him.He turned and smiled. "I do hope that you will come over again sometime." I'd like that," I replied, and saying that excited me. I even. An old Norwegian couple lives on a cove at the north end of a lake in North Dakota. It's early winter and the southern portion of the cove's frozen over.Alex says, "Lena, please won't you walk across the frozen part of the cove to the GeneralStore and get me some smokes and beer?"She says, "Okay, but sure I will. Give me some money."He says, "Nah, just put it on our tab. Old man Bachevich won't mind but at all."Lena, a good wife, walks across the ice, gets the beer and the smokes and walks back.