” Belinda mused.“I love your tits.” I told Belinda. It was true. I did, though I have to admit, fucking Marcella's tits was much more pleasura...le.“Yeah?.. You love my titties?” she asked with a devilish pout.“Yeah.” I moaned as I pushed deeper into Marcella's cleavage.“I want titty-fucking.” Belinda purred.I don't know if she had been jealous of Marci's bigger chest, or if she felt she had something to prove, or if she just actually wanted it, but either way, Marci released her breasts and I. You asked why they all say they want a kind, sensitive man, but always seem to go for the super-jock first when given a choice. Remember?" Yeah. You said you didn't know. You had no explanations." Lou, I want a kind, sensitive man for my boyfriend, and, of all the things I've done, I have never said one thing, then done another."Lou turned in her arms to face her. "You want... me for a boyfriend? Why?"She looked into his eyes. "Do you remember when you were learning to walk in heels, I. I almost missed it, but there was something else. Sorrow and sadness. Someone that knew Meredith and her family had come in here and sat at this desk. This person had feelings of great loss, almost like a family member would. My first thought was that it was a family member, a brother, or a father. But as I sat there, I started to think that it also could’ve been someone that Michael had served with. I stood up, walked out to the kitchen again, and found two sets of keys to vehicles. I snatched. I imagine something prevented you from reaching out to us sooner?”“Yes. How did you know?” Alex asked, mildly suspicious of them.“We can see your mind and know that this ... event, whatever it is, has been weighing on you heavily. No matter how long it took, you are currently still alive and able to reach us. As to how you got here, I would surmise that someone or something sent you here. What do you remember of your last conscious moments?” the redhead asked.“My last conscious moments? I am.