. please, keep playing. I want to keep hearing you forever." he said tenderly, placing my fingers back on the piano keys. I looked at him, studying hi... face. He really wanted me to go on, so I did. I caressed the keys as I continued the song:"Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreamsPurge your life of the thoughts you knew beforeClose your eyes, let your spirit start to soar-" He gasped slightly as I hit the high note on the word soar, letting a tear fall down his cheek. "And live. I bellowed in pain and thrashed as he slammed into me with what feel like his entire body weight. My sensitive clit danced between us, sending ripples of both pleasure and pain through my body.Instead of finishing inside me, he pulled out and came onto the pile of flesh on my stomach, mixing his jizz with pieces of my hood and labia.“I’m going to render you sexless,” he panted.I watched him go to his tray of instruments and pick up a culinary torch. My heart skipped a beat as it produced blue. “Are you completely insane? Rachel and Ross are fictional characters from a TV show! They have nothing in common with us! Trial separation? Nobody said anything to me about a separation, trial or otherwise. It sounded pretty damn permanent when you had the locks changed, Jess, and didn’t let me back in to get my stuff. In fact, as I recall, Tim met me at the door with my own 12 gauge and threatened to fill me with buckshot if I tried to get into my own home. I could have him arrested for that. The receptionist eventually shook her head, "We have two-dozen no names here; two-thirds of them are women, but I don't have physical descriptions. They're all with doctors." She grimaced indicating that any further news might be bad."Can you check St. Luke's?" Hold on." The woman got on the phone as another slid into her place at the reception desk, giving him a sympathetic look. She had tears in her eyes. Another family rushed up to the desk with similar questions.A couple of minutes later.