His words trailed off into silence. "It's all right. I know you still love me. You don't have to work so hard to convince me. For what it's worth ... still love you just as much as when I married you. I just can't help the feeling that it's not enough. Maybe there are some things that love just can't overcome." They both turned away again, the moment disappearing into time. Michael looked down into the eddies playing along the surface of the stream, at the way the light caught them and. Two minutes. Half-second. Body and me sitting on bench in Macall Bridge Park, all the time in the world. Make no excuses, tell no tales, no shifting blame. Mauled innocent kid, tonite, based on bad info. Stalked and preyed and dropped on Body… Body didn’t deserve it, Body didn’t do anything wrong. Could cry about it. Could get choked up. Lose focus. But choking up, losing focus, doesn’t help find guilty people. Every minute wasted on introspection is another minute Guilty gets away. Another. And started to trace small circular patterns on her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Then he inserted his tongue inside her. This was heaven, she could not believe it was this good. Then he used his finger at the same time his finger inside her and his tongue massaging her. When she climaxed she felt was never going to end. He kissed her and she tasted her self on his lips it was such a turn on, she pushed him down and slowly ever so gently licked the tip of his enormous swollen member. She. She abruptly glanced up from her blank laptop screen, greeted with the sight of a freshly showered and shirtless boyfriend. She blinked hard, allowing her eyes to adjust back to the non-pixelated world. She leaned back against the headboard of her bed and scrunched her straightened legs into a basket, carefully balancing her pride and joy on her knees. "I think I have writer's block", she whined, petting out her bottom lip at him. "Aww. Poor baby" he replied, jutting out his bottom lip in a.