We can deal with it together.”It was exactly what I needed to hear. I lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the heat of his well-muscled chest ag...inst my tiny boobs, his strong hairy legs against my skinny smooth thighs.“Have you thought what you want to do?” he eventually asked. “Or is it all still too much to take in?”“I… I don’t know,” I snuffled. “It’s not just my decision.”“It’s your body,” he said softly, kissing me on the forehead.“It’s our life,” I replied. “Our marriage.”“That’s. He was furious. Reverend Hill was destroying years of work. The White guys and the Black kid climbed into a van. They were gone before the police arrived. The cameramen disappeared into the news vans. They emerged after a few minutes with disks in hand.The police were busy questioning Reverend Hill and the reporters about the beating. Martin smiled when a police car showed up with cherries flashing and siren blaring. Sergeant O’Malley came storming out of the car looking like he was ready to. "Not a bother atall Tom," she said blithely.I pulled out my phone again and looked into my stocks, perused the newsa bit and checked to see if any new movies were streaming tonight asthe elevator made its way up to the 32nd floor. There didn't seem to beany interesting new movie releases this weekend. Oh well.The elevator doors opened once again, so I slipped my phone back intomy jacket pocket and strode down the hallway to my apartment. As Iapproached my apartment the doors slid open, the. Sighing becomes my breathing. I was nothing outside this moment in time and wanting nothing more than it to never end. But like all great things in life, the moment ends and I lean against the railing trying to catch my breath. I feel the heat on my naked skin as if a thousand kisses have been bestowed upon me. In a haze, I barely register I was being moved, re-positioned to bend over the railing. Gently my legs are kicked out wider, making my ever hungry pussy open up in response. A smarting.