After all, she and I both shared a like awareness of hyper-detail. I felt even more attached to Magdaline than before. She was pretty pleased with me,... too. I could tell.She had learned to act the part well enough to be released back to society, although she dropped the pious part of the act just as soon as she had escaped the fanatical clutches of the Sisters of Penance. Her ‘Acting’ was actually great self-control driven by an iron will.She was Amoral, not seeing how the fabric of society was. The burglar was cooking and the smell of bacon and eggs wafted into Doris. ‘Morning, sleepy head,’ she said sweetly with what sounded like an Italian accent. She turned and faced Doris, and the two were identical in height. Doris noticed that this girl was about her age, too, wearing some of Doris’s things. She had dazzling almond-shaped green eyes, and gorgeous red hair, tied in a loose bun. The shirt was rounded underneath by a decent body, and a pang of jealousy shot through Doris as her. I received an email the same night, just one sentence, “What are the chances to run into your therapist in a new city after so many years?” with a wink emoticon. I replied immediately with a smile emoticon, “I quit therapy, in Mumbai as an assistant professor now.”She replied within a minute, “Does that mean we can be friends now?” I snapped back, “After so many sessions, you still need excuses?” She replied, “Had to end my relationship a month ago, Dad has found a match for me, meeting them. As I came down from my orgasm I reached up and twisted my nipple, enjoying the small bite of pain. “Fill me,” I whimpered to the man on top of me. His head snapped up and met my eyes for the first time. “You want my load slut?”“Yes,” I whimpered, arching my body into his again so he could press deeper inside of me. I could feel his cockhead rubbing against my cervix, right where I wanted his cum. “Where?” he grunted. “Cunt,” I panted. “Deep in my cunt.”He grunted and hunched his body into.