God I love seeing you so pleased. I love to serve you…it makes me feel so desired, so wanted. I have a visceral need to please….you touch my face ...nd my eyes close, I love the simple intimacies between us. I’ve laid a towel on the bed, and I climb up to it. Laying back, I smile. But you have a game in mind, not just a simple shave. You walk to the headboard and stretch my left arm up, tying it to the post, and then walk around the bed, doing the same with my right wrist. I gaze at you, not. A part of her felt his erection pushing at the gaping split of her sex. A wet slap later, he was screwing her as she dangled from the hook, pounding her as hard as he could. She hardly felt the agony suffusing her tits; in fact, it only made the ecstasy stronger.But Rob’s erection remained short-lived. Within moments of his entering her, she felt the warm douche of his semen spraying into her pussy. But she never thought of making any complaint. While it might have been more satisfying to enjoy. Could he do it? Christine watched as he sketched an idea on a pad on the table in his cluttered workshop, and we refined the design and the craftsman complimented me on my artistry. He suggested some little variations in the heart profile, leaving it open inside, the more to highlight the pearl. I agreed. I asked that there be only one made, thus leaving it a unique piece forever. He responded readily, and asked if the pendant be for the pretty lady at my side. Yes, I answered, she is my wife,. I saw Ms. Towsonat the shopping center where I was killed. I didn't know what else to doso I hopped into her body. It was the only way to get here to see you, totalk to you!"They were hanging on my every word now so I didn't let up. I turned toface my mom. "Mommy, while we were in the car ride home from vacation youwhispered a joke in my ear...to make me laugh after Carly was being meanto me. It was the joke...about Carly being barley. It was so dumb....butI laughed anyway." My mom's eyes grew.