“Do you think there’s some truth to it?” she asked. “At least for him?”I took a sip of the martini. “There must be,” I confessed. “Tha...t’s just me though. You know how I am Stacie. I don’t mean to control everything, I just...”“Try to control everything?”“Yeah. And it fucks up all my relationships.”“Is it over with him?” she asked.“He said he didn’t want it to be. I begged him to give me another chance. I told him I’d work on it. I promised I’d be better. It was pathetic.” I took another sip of. After the honeymoon period life morphed into a new understanding between us. He was good provider and with a very responsible job with an oil company his salary meant that I didn't really need to work. However, for my own reasons I chose to continue!As an specialist engineer he had to go off to maintain and fix oil installations at refineries around the world. Sometimes it would be a couple of days that he was away, other times it would be a week or more, sometimes even longer. Given his. Her pussy still twitched from thinking about the entire experience. She sat back in a beanbag chair and tried to catch her breath."You ok, Sarah?" asked Heather."Fine," said what seemed to be a far away voice coming from Sarah.Jack broke out the snacks. They helped a bit with the sudden onslaught of the munchies in everyone and Bob passed the tequila bottle around unfortunately for the last time. "Another dead soldier," he said sadly as he tossed the empty bottle into the basket."So, now can we. This was all a product of his memories being shared with my mind. Thirdly, I couldn’t feel his semen in me when he spurted. He had no frame of reference for that sensation, either, so he couldn’t project it or create it in my mind. I did feel the joy and ecstasy of his ejaculation, but only from his perspective.And I did feel his passion fade, after he had his orgasm. He was normal in that way.I, on the other hand, was almost insanely horny. I hadn’t had a penis in me for years. This one was.