He pulled out and lay down next to Hannah and no words were spoken. Hannah had conflicting feelings about this, it had ruined the moment, but somethin...g had also stirred her up. She felt exhilarated about the idea, more so the implications of it: If Toby would have another man in bed, surely he wouldn’t protest against another woman. No more was spoken that night of the subject, but Hannah had her ideas straight. This was something to follow up on.A few months passed and the thought and. She kept telling me how beautiful I was and I realized she was living in my head. Like, when I was getting ready in the morning, picking out an outfit I thought, "Silvie will like this" or picking eye shadow, "She told me this color looked good on me", etc.Today we were doing it, rolling around my bed and I felt her tugging my panties down. I touched her butt and realized hers were down too. We hadn't gone this far before. I had a sort of wall up against it until I felt her fingers glancing. Only when he was happy she was secured, did he turn her to face him. She looked down to the ground, he placed and finger beneath her chin lifting it slightly to ensure face to face contact. She blushed furiously, men didn’t usually see the face of women who pleasured them, women where there simply to service the needs of men. He looked at her, explored her face with his eyes, her skin was soft and flawless, her hair tousled across it with the breeze. He studied her lips, full and pouting, the. I find the love of my life slut-fucking, and my reward? Social intercourse with a Kraken.”“That may be a fairer trade, you know. Look seriously, I know it hurts, but you do realize there are trails away from the shadows of your misery.”“Easy for you to say. You ever loved and lost?”“The jolly swagman eventually died.” The Kraken’s voice was tinged with a deep sadness.“You’re really are serious, aren’t you? Sorry if I’m thoughtless. It’s just that everything seems so dark after seeing Camille.