Woh bhi mere ekdum paas baith gai, mein uske balon ko apne chere par mahsoos kar sakta tha..aur uski khushbu bhi. Woh mere seene par sar rakh kar bait... gai. Maine uske maathe ko choom liya. Hum dono khamosh baithe hue the aur gadi highway par chali ja rahi thi. Ek jagah maine andhera dekh kar car side mein khadi kar di. Usne poochha “kya hua ?” maine kaha “kuchh nahin sirf seat sidhi karni hai” aur maine uski aur meri seat…….poori neeche kar di…..ab woh ek reclining bed jaisa ban chuka tha.. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped bone of my pelvis.She shudders. She cannot stop herself from staring. At my blackened, coral-torn legs, at my shattered feet. She cannot stop herself from staring.I smile. I turn the side of my face to her that still hints at my past loveliness. I whisper into her ear. I want her to remember me. To remember every part of my ugly, destroyed body. To know what He did to me. She should know me. I shouldn’t be a. She slowly lowered herself down on the fake cock and once again started a rhythm while riding his face. Slowly at first, then speeding up and rocking back and forth, up and down. Faster and harder she went until she couldn’t stand much more. She paused just long enough to turn around, her ass facing his head, her face close to his cock. She slid back down on the cock in his mouth, and she started rubbing his own cock with her hands and teasing it with her mouth, stroking, licking, sucking,. We took a break and next thing you know one year becomes three and you are left wondering what happened and where the time has gone.I had hoped he had turned into a fat slob or something, so that when the inevitable bump into each other occurred, I could clearly be the one who had moved on.When I saw him in the hotel lobby, though, I realized it was me who never moved on. I still wore stockings or pantyhose almost every day, something I did originally because it was his fetish. Even odder, he.