In perpetuity.“And in exchange... , “ I started to say, but my wife stopped me with a kiss, as she wasn’t done yet.“Honey, how I’ve thought ...of it is ... if I belong to you ... I’m already a part of you. By that logic, you already belong to me, too. All of me is yours, because I’m attached to you, in body, soul, and spirit. We are woven, even fused, seamlessly into one being, one entity. What’s mine is yours, without conditions. What’s yours is mine, also without conditions. It is a microcosm of. .Phoebe wrote these words into her online journal, at the start of a newentry.She was a runaway. She was a problem child. Except, at nineteen, shewasn't a child any more. Her last shrink had informed her that she had aproblem with intimacy. She nearly laughed in his face. Come to think ofit, maybe she had. You needed to Ph.D. to figure this out? You needed anM.D.? Her last boyfriend had told her that and he didn?t even have aG.E.D.She had a problem with intimacy? Why was this a surprise, it. Every year, the ever dwindling numbers of ex-service men, filed along the Mall in a proud march, to lay wreaths of poppies at the Cenotaph and pay their respects. Each with his own story of his part in the last world war, Each holding their memories of fallen comrades, small and large victories, amusing anecdotes and tales to enthral young children, or bore the elder, young men. Not all of the war had been about blood and guts, mud, hard rations or killing the Germans and the Japanese. Some of. Still holding her hips he pulled her slowly back onto his cock and watched as his own cum bubbled and coated his cock. Continuing his long slow thrust Craig buried himself fully before slowly pulling all the way out, pausing as her ass gaped open, then repeating the process. Hailey couldn’t believe what was happening, Craig had fucked her once and now, almost without a pause for breath was in her again. The long slow fucking was sending her wild and she couldn’t stop herself orgasming over and.