"We will all have our regular lives and we will all live them. The only difference outwardly anyway, is my bedroom will become more and more my office... for school."I just held the two ladies in my life. One auburn haired with a braid to her ass, who is cute and bubbly with hazel eyes that change when her mood changes; perfectly proportioned in an athletic body and everything you would want in a sexy bundle of joy. The other with hair to her waist, naturally platinum blonde, and eyes a pale blue;. I think the simplest way to put it is to say that fantasies are just fine, so long as they don’t destroy your reality.”“So, you don’t believe in ‘crimethink’?”“An educated woman! I think the entire idea is quite repugnant, and is doubleplusungood. Or, to quote Winston Smith directly, ‘The mind should develop a blind spot whenever a dangerous thought presented itself. The process should be automatic, instinctive. Crimestop, they called it in Newspeak.‘. I think that is a VERY dangerous thing.. Her mind was ripping itself in half, trying and failing to find a different way, a way that would let her stay with Mon-El because it wasn't fair. There should be something she could do; she'd lost so much already. Why wouldn't the universe let her have this one thing? Why did she have to choose?In the end, she knew there never really was a choice. She chose to save the planet out of a sense of duty and honor. But she took no pleasure in having to send Mon-El far away, in the space ship Kara. She moaned, and I slid my left hand down, sliding two fingers into her pussy, and thrusting them in and out alongside my middle finger in her ass until she came.After innumerable hard orgasms, her pussy was the most swollen and wet I had ever seen it. She couldn’t take my fingers anymore, but was ready for my aching cock. I shed my boxers quickly and got on top of her, grabbing her ass with both hands as I easily thrust my cock all of the way into her tight wet snatch. After hours of pleasuring.