" That makes more sense," she said. "He got a second chance to set things right with her." And, he blows it," Brian noted. "Of course, the projection ...isn't based on Hari. It's based on Kris's memory of her; so she must be an imperfect replica." Imperfect?" No matter how well we know someone, we'll never know everything. I think we all harbor secrets that we share with no one. I'll bet if that ocean could make a doppelganger of one's own self, it still would be an imperfect copy." Why do you. Reaching for her, the backs of my fingers glided from hip to hip and along her stomach. I placed my palm flat on her stomach and slid it up higher as she climbed onto the chair placing a knee on either side of my legs.My hands cupped her breasts, and she bent to kiss me sliding her own hand down my tummy and into my panties. “Fuck I love how wet you are, how wet you always are for me.”“Yes,” I moaned as two fingers pressed hard onto my clit. She made small quick circles causing slow tremors to. Splitting her pussy lips a little, I inserted my one finger inside her. The heat was building. Meanwhile, her husband who was busy shagging his dick seeing us, sensing a chance inserted his dick in her mouth.From his expressions, it seemed like she was a pro sucker. My fingers increased their pace, and as I knew that she is fully turned on, the tongue replaced the fingers. A little lick and she was moving like a snake. Her moans and excitement were giving his dick a lifetime moment. Few more. He said he would tell you he was about twenty miles past Monterrey, which would be a one hundred and fifty mile round trip, that should take you at least three to four hours.”I will describe how our apartment is set up. When you walk in the front door, straight ahead is a coat closet. Walk to the right, you are in the living room. The back of the couch that is in the living room, faces the closet door, approximately three feet to the right. I was going to move the couch, so the end of the couch.