Her lush long hair dripping over my face and neck seductive in its own way. Her pussy still surrounding the meat she had wanted to know and had. We la...y together gasping, hearts pounding in perfect sync as we ebbed from the torrential storm of thunderous loving joy. Her breaths eased after a few minutes as did mine, my arms held her snugly atop of me as we shared the totality of the love we shared. After a few more minutes the meat she had craved slipped from her sopping sated core and we each. . I'm not the me I was a week ago ... not in appearance or thought ... and I don't know how to feel about it."Sarah turns from the mirror and faces me."But there is one question I must ask..." She took a deep breath. "Am I perfect for you Jonathan? Do I look like your perfect woman?"The face peering back at me couldn't be real. It was the kind of face you see on the front of magazines. A face that was airbrushed ten times and then photo shopped twenty more times.Her skin was the color of marble. She switched off the engine. She was not shaking this time. Instead, her entire being was elated and invigorated. For the first time in her life she had been treated with respect and affection. She had also experienced being made love to and not used as a receptacle for sperm. She was blissfully happy and, for the first time in her life, felt fulfilled.Then her heart sank. In less than two hours Richard had changed her outlook on life. He'd shown her consideration and affection and now she was. As there was no one in the place or around, we moved to the statues, there I left my bag in sight on the steps of the statues which are placed wreaths, and she his wallet, all covered by a thick bag she had stored in his backpack, and thus prevented my camera and personal items got wet. They gave me another kiss as he felt the raindrops falling on my head was going to say we went to a roof, but she silenced me with another kiss long and deep, and the urgent need to feel loved and wanted, I.