She closed her eyes as if to stop her tears, to stop her useless crying. What good does crying do? What good comes from the emotions unseen by the man...who needed to know them the most? Unable to hold back her quivering chin and rising chest dying to let out her sobs, she released that built-up silent scream into the night.She turned to look at the man beside her, wondering which was valid: the way he made her feel like a princess or the way he neglected her, never seeing the woman deep inside. With Jen made up to look like someone else I had really enjoyed the pleasure she had given me. I got up and started their way, both motioned for me to remove my clothes. I guess it was time to turn her fantasy into reality. I pulled the bedroom door shut and lay down on the bed. Dawn motioned me to the middle of the bed. I felt like a rose between two thorns, pardon the pun. They both started rubbing and kissing on me. My cock was so hard. Jen had positioned herself over it and was slowly. I pause slowing down, knowing this is a pleasure I can make last if I take my time. The next image in the sequence draws my attention, she’s lying on her back the image of innocence and vulnerability, the look in her eyes gives it away, she’d posed just for the camera. Slow, slow I have to remind myself, no need to hurry or rush. My hand moves more smoothly as pre-cum lubricates the condom, the chair creaking softly as I try to settle back relaxing. She’s moved again her back to me as she looks. As soon as he entered the house, Rose came to greet him, waving as big envelope made of wax paper."This just arrived, Jim, from England!" she told him excitedly.Jim's heart beat faster, realizing the meaning of her words. Mail from home! He was sorely tempted to tear open the envelope there and then, but he reconsidered."This letter has been on its way for maybe four or five months. What's another hour? Let's have our meal first."Rose tilted her head."You really want to wait?"Jim smiled and.