Would that make me less perfect? Or, would that make me even more perfect? I’ve tried doing one thing to be less perfect, like calling you Livy, and...that doesn’t work either, because you still think I’m perfect. How can I be perfect if I call you by a name you hate? Am I trying too hard not to be perfect and ending up being perfect? Does perfect mean what I think it means?’ He heaved an exasperated sigh and ran a hand through his hair. It didn’t make any difference, it was still perfect. ‘You. “Hey, Steve!”“Hi, Jen! How are you?”“Good, except for missing you.”“I miss you too, but we’re down to less than five months!”“What’s up? You don’t sound upset, so it’s obviously nothing bad.”“I can’t just call to talk to you?” I asked.“Have you noticed you don’t do that?” she asked with a light laugh. “You only call when you need me or you need to tell me something.”She was right. I hadn’t even noticed.“I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it!”“It’s OK. Your letters take care of everything else. I. This gave me more confidence until I could not hold in my desire any longer.I sent him a blurred naked pic of me and that started a tempestuous chat between us. Now, the lust was out in the open. I was also falling for him but I did not want to disclose that as I thought that would not be something he would be interested in. So we both started speaking of how this should just be casual colleagues with benefits situation. Bobby then told me he must meet me to hold me and kiss me. This was. Then said she was to get into position over the table in a while, and first he, and then Tim would be having her anally. She struggled to her feet and then went into the kitchen standing at the end of the table and simply waiting their pleasure. It was a while, the men discussing the limits, and safe words, and that at any point below the landing of his flat, it would be Mr Thomas, or Edwin and Mr or Mrs Evans or Tim and Flo! The came into the kitchen Tim fetching the lube as she bent forward,.