"There's no one but you, Laura," she repeated softly, this time gazing with genuine love into Laura's eyes. "... and there never will be, Any other wo...ld beWrong I know..."Laura sang again, this time in a voice a little more tremulous and wobbly than the first time. "Excuse me," she interrupted herself, realizing what the words were saying. "I just sang them... and I forgot what they said. It wasn't wrong, you and her. I know I hurt you. But it sure hurt me to see you with her."Sara took the. It was 2 in the afternoon and I saw her go into her room earlier. I reached back and kicked in the door and was greeted with a scream. Yup, Taylor Swift was standing in front of me. She had on a little black tank top with a black skirt that was just above her knees. I closed the door and locked it as she came running over towards me. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the gun I was carrying and pointed it at her, which stopped her dead in her tracks. ‘Well Well Miss Swift, how are you this. She came to me, and we made love on the carpet, then in the dinette, and then oral sex in the bedroom. I liked the carpet best, go figure. **** Well, and I was wrong of course. Samantha did discover my secret. Lana and I had, over the next few years, become amateur philanthropists. One recipient of our largesse had resources, found out about me, and had let the info accidentally or purposely slip to a reporter. We were all over the newspapers in less than twenty-four. I got a visit at. Clothed sex so beautifully underlines the frantic and especially spontaneous nature of our coupling. Nudity ... Well nudity is nice, it can be sweet. Nudity has its place. Nudity may come afterward, and with us it usually does. Once Monica and I are alone and basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.So far as the ‘kids’ and the rest of the ‘vanillas’ know Monica and I are doing nothing in their presence. Our kink is ours and to them remains completely invisible. Our physical relationship with.