He thought he needed to be strong and take care of me. He thought that somehow I wouldn’t love him if he cried and he flexed and tightened every mus...le in his body to try to hold in his emotions and tears. “I love you because you make me happy. I love you because you make me laugh. I love you because I can talk to you about anything in the world no matter how big or small and I know you’ll listen. I love you because every time I’m not with you, I wonder what you’re doing and wish I could be. My mouth moved to the untouched nipple and began teasing it to a state of impossible alertness as I had just done to its’ twin. The sun felt warm on my back and knowing that someone might stroll along to find us at any moment made me wish to hurry. I massaged both clit and G-spot now. Her hands cupped my head at her breast, fingers thick in my hair. Her legs clenched around my wrist in wild abandonment. Suddenly a second, larger and more powerful orgasm swept her and this time her cries of. The coast is clear, I step out and shut the door as quietly as possible and walk away from the house, praying I don't activate the neighbour's floodlights. As I clear the first few houses, I relax a bit and a thrill runs through me. I can feel the night air on my stockinged legs and up my little skirt to my exposed bum cheeks - it's a thong thing :) I put a little wiggle in my strut and head towards the main road. I feel so fucking good, I'm on fire. I want someone to see me.As I reach the. I concentrated and turned to the television ... how did I know what it was? I had to think about this.I wasn't transformed; I was in somebody else's body. But why wasn't it a female body? I should have been drawn to a being like myself. But from what I could tell there was nothing known about the craft, well not as far I could tell.So how could I know about this thing called a television? It had to come from somewhere? Then I realised that the information could only have come from the real mind.