’ ‘When was the last time you saw Beatrice?’ ‘I don’t know,’ said Paul. ‘I’ve lost all sense of time. Maybe days ago. She just vanis...ed. She disintegrated. It was like she turned to dust.’ ‘That wasn’t Beatrice, Paul,’ said Vashti who really didn’t see any point of maintaining the pretence any more. ‘The real Beatrice was elsewhere. The woman who you thought was Beatrice was just a facsimile of her. An exact copy. You haven’t been living with the real Beatrice for over a year.’ Paul shook. I wanted to do the same but I still had to drive home so I had only two drinks all night, the rest of the time I had orange juice or a soft drink while pouring my heart out. I got home about 1:00am. I snuck in the house and quietly crawled into bed. Judy looked so radiant lying there. A small smile adorned her face as she must have realized I was next to her. She sighed and scooted up, next to me. I actually cherished that moment because I knew there were very few of them left. More tears. Finally, ek ‘Ah’ ki awaz karte hue mere muth se bhari pichkaari theek ja kar Simran ki gaand ke bich panty se covered uski phooli hui chut pe padi.Maal itna nikla ki uski chut se beh kar niche tap tap girney laga. Uski nangi chut ki fank bhi geeli ho gayi thi. Jiska ehsaas Simran ko ab ho gaya tha. Simran ko yeh mehsoos hote hi. Simran jhatke se seedhi khadi ho gayi. Aur kafi chonk gayi thi ki yeh maine kya kar diya. Uske upar hi muth kyu maar diya.Kher mere pass iss baat ka koi jawab nahi. After a brief pause to relax, you ask me to get you another drink. I find out what Nic is drinking and I leave to go to the bar. When I return from the bar with drinks for the three of us, I see you standing in a room watching a young woman ride a Sybian as her partner holds and manipulates the control. I hand you your drink and you thirstily drink down almost the entire thing as once. The woman on the Sybian looks as though she is having one long and continuous orgasm, a look of ecstasy on her.