The woman’s hands are clenched into ambiguous fists. Winston studies the screen. In the original photograph his come can be seen in her cunt, but he...is not certain it has scanned. It doesn’t really matter. The woman has obviously just been fucked and is positioned to be penetrated again, though this time by eyes and minds and imaginations. The prepared Email list contains nine entries, anonymous code names or numbers he has made contact with at various sites on the Internet. His hand moves over. They had a connection that he and I just didn’t have. That I should look at her as an addition to our life, and not as a threat. That I was the problem for being upset about it. That we could all be friends if I would just stop being upset and find someone else to fill the gaps for me too. That people aren’t meant to be monogamous. That he didn’t believe any one person could be everything you need. To my shame, I tried. I tried to live with it. I tried to be happy with what I got. I don’t know. ..I playfully give it a couple quick licks ....loving how you twitch and moan yet struggling to control your body from thrusting your greedy needy pussy against my face....my hands work up your legs once more stroking caressing lightly scraping your skin till I reach your belly I gently press you backwards till you are laying down on this new padded bench..your head hanging off the other end for a moment before I grab your hips and pull you a couple more inches towards me ...you feel my hard. He had been infatuated with her since she had moved in across the hallway. He remembered the day vividly as it wasn't every day that a goddess moved into the building. It was her laugh and smile that first caught his attention. She had a smile that seemed to illuminate the whole world around her and beautiful full lips. She was carrying several boxes to her apartment when he had gotten home from work. He offered to help and as she handed him a box, he was overcome by her hazel eyes. She.