My moment of bliss that I’ll hang onto for as long as possible. Then, the page will turn and the clock will tick. In one hours time it will be Midni...ght again. Eight months. Seven days. Twenty-three hours. “You look absolutely lovely.” My boots fall heavy on the steps to her porch. Her eyes are wide, expectant. Endearing, much like the woman who I loved, still love, but can have no more. Suzie steps back, invites me in. I move close, pausing in front of her, the heat from her body touches. Either way, I put a towel there first, no, that’s just random. Nothing was ever out of place. Resigned that it was coming-just a matter of time. I started to subconsciously break or damage things as well. Casually while doing dishes or putting them away. Slip, his mother’s casserole dish. Slip, his grandmother’s dessert wine glasses. Plates, glasses. Broken inside the dishwasher and on the floor. Most I had to hide in the trash. He evicted me while I was in a psychiatric hospital for no. But it was something different to wiggle her tongue inside the oozing crack of another woman, to eat the funk of a strange cunt. She worked her tongue back and forth, coating it in Kate's fluids, savoring the hot cunty taste as it filled her nostrils, made her tonguetip quiver in excitement."Oh, yes, baby," she heard Kate whine, in between loving hungry sucks at Tricia's own snatch. Tricia wiggled her ass, smearing her wet cunt all over Kate's face, spreading herself wide to the forays of that. Paul could honestly say that, at age 12, he liked boys and girls company the same. But apart from Penny, he didn't really have any need for close friends; but in informal situations he could talk to both equally as well. He didn't even look to see where she was as he wandered slowly around the hall ... genuinely not really interested in anything there, until..."Hello, Debbie! Are you on your own?" Hello, Paul ... yes ... I'm not really sure why I came ... my mum thought it was a good idea. She.