"Please," she whispered. "Take a feel. Tell me they're not the warmest, silkiest thing you've ever touched."I stared at her breasts for what seemed li...e days, but was maybe ten seconds. I'd been longing half my life for the chance to bury myself in her cleavage and here it was, staring me quite literally right in the face. I think I forgot how to breathe for several seconds. But then I found my courage and shook my head vigorously to clear my thoughts. "I can't do this," I whispered. "You're my. When those two go, they’ll toss our records and forget about us. He saw all of that: it’s in the future, but he already knows what’s gonna happen.’ ‘What’s your thought about all this?’ ‘I’ve never told this to Jason, but I wanna go back. He’s not happy about it, but I am. There’s people in Chicago that I miss, who I wanna see again. I mean, there’s things here too that I’ll miss a lot, but this isn’t where I wanna spend the rest of my life, and I don’t really think Pedro ought to grow up here. ’ ‘You keep saying that. You really think I’m beautiful?’ He looked into her eyes and got a puzzled look on his face. ‘Is it even possible you don’t know?’ He retrieved a hand mirror. ‘Look at the sleek line of your jaw … the rich, fullness of your lips … the regal line of your nose … the dark mystery of your eyes … the elegance of your neck. Jenny, you’re the reason poets write and artists create.’ She snorted but stopped when she realized he wasn’t joking. She felt her face grow warm in his. She never wears panties. I have mentioned flashing him a short shot of her shaved pussy and firm melons, but she just laughs and says maybe one of these days. Desmond is about 6′ very muscular build with dreadlocks and what appears to be a very sizeable cock from the bulge in his pants. He is a computer gur. He knows how to diagnose and repair them, that’s his business right now. She has told me that she thinks that he is very good-looking. So most of my fantasies usually involve her fucking.