“Which leaves me in a fairly tragic position. If truly I love you, and I believe I do, then it means more than just wanting you. I must want what’... best for you, even if that means sending you away.”Rose’s chest was as hollow as a drum. “But we talked about this,” she said. “What’s best for me is to be whatever you want. Your other half. I’m starting to think Aristophanes had a good point, and that’s why Plato had to write him to seem so silly. To love is to be a counterpart. That’s what it. Both measurably lengthen as I pull and pinch them simultaneously. I hear your breath grow heavier punctuated by sudden short gasps as I alternate between bearing down on your nipples with greater force, then easing the pressure. It’s becoming apparent to me, and probably to anyone who happens to let their eyes linger on us for any length of time that we are doing more than watching the sunrise. Knowing how your nipples are wired to your pussy, I tease them with greater enthusiasm. I look down. I took off the capris ( I enjoyed women'spants now that I had worn some) and did step into the navy pleated skirtI had originally intended for today. The flats were exchanged for threeinch navy pumps, my make up was heightened and perfume was added and Iwas ready and at the door when Jacque came right on time. I was gettingthis woman thing down rather well for a 60 something male.We had a wonderful meal at a bistro on the Rue de la Seine. Soft lightingand a live band playing soft standards and. Sowhat?" Are you satisfied it's real? Do you think anyone could bend that withtheir bare hands?"Kate barked out a laugh. "Even Ahhhnold couldn't bend that puppy." OK. Just put it down and move off to what you feel is a safedistance." Kate did so, returning to her seat on the couch. It wasfrustrating that Nicole carefully kept between her and the door.Nicole walked over and picked up the rod. "Real steel and almost an inchthick, right?" Kate nodded. "Watch."Kate's eyes started and her jaw.