Interviewer: “That was beautiful” Remy: “It was good”Interviewer: “It was beautiful” (laughs nervously)Interviewer: “It was beautiful�...�Remy: (tears up) “ I think I’m in love”Manuel: “So am I, so am I.”Remy : ( tearfully, breathlessly), “That was fucking great!”.Remy sobs tearfully, wiping away tears from her eyes and trying to gather herself..Interviewer: “That was really beautiful. You were so beautiful, like you were so wonderful."She trails off. Lost for words to describe what she has. I spent another night and hit the road. I decided to just disappear. As I strode along the street downtown, I wondered what she'd be thinking as I made no effort to contact her or return home. I wondered if she'd feel any guilt about leaving me so few options and so little money, essentially fucking me over every which way she could. My eyes narrowed. Whatever happened to me, someday I would get mine back. I paid for a forty dollar bus ticket and headed for Indiana. I had no papers, no proof. Her head wreathed back in pleasure and she rubbed the hot cum into her skin. Marcos was spent but Kaylia hadn’t even got started. Her pussy was wetter than ever and she needed that cock hard again, soon. Knowing her man would need something to eat to keep his strength up she made her way to the kitchen and made his favorite sandwich, still naked and horny as all hell. When she walked back to the living room Marcos was gone. ‘He must have snuck out while I was in the kitchen.’ Little did she. Alice (my wife) and I had gone to a few neighbourhood parties and Sandra was there as well. Sandra was often there with Colin and I thought they made a nice couple. I had met him when he turned up with Sandra at her house. He stayed the weekend and I can remember seeing Sandra at her door as he left on Sunday evening. She was glowing, a sight I had seen a few times in the recent past. It made me a little jealous that it wasn’t me making her look like that.We had been invited to see in the New.