You sit back in the nice big leather arm chair with your legs curled beneath you, watching as your partner meanders around the room lighting small tea... candles that are scattered about the floor.Your eyes sore from hours of relentless tears and unyielding sleep, he looks over his shoulder to make sure you are okay. With a smile he looks back at the last candle on the floor, lighting it he straightens, tucks the lighter into his pocket and makes his way over to you.Without any effort he lifts. You seem out of sorts. There is no need for you to become belligerent." He said. "Belligerent!" I sputtered, getting madder by the second. "Look here you arrogant fuck, I am minding my own business, leave me the fuck alone!" That did it, the lights flipped on and he was out of the car with his hand on his night stick. He reached my side in about four steps. He got close enough that I could smell his aftershave. "Have you been drinking?" He stated. "Are you nuts?" I yelled. "No, I haven't been. But neither of these had really done much for her, so I decided to try again about a month ago. We occasionally play little games with each other to build the sexual tension, we may send each other naked pictures from our phones or send sexual text messages to each other during the day. Sometimes we will make a "date" for a few days or a week later with the stipulation that we can't have any sexual contact until then. So my plan included a bit of that, some toys and a printed picture of her. And I knew that my sperm was still wet all over crotch of her swimsuit, and that hundreds--if not thousands--of my little sperm cells were actively "swimming" into the perpetually-moist crack of Susie's pussy at that very moment.And then Cathy went into the same bathroom, closed the door behind her, and finally came out, wearing the same one-piece swimsuit that had my freshly-ejaculated sperm right down the middle of the stretched swimsuit crotch material, which was form-fitting her vulva very.