I immediately thought of my own pussy, what it looked like in the mirror. To my relief, seconds later, I was back to normal. Globs of man cum were sti...ll sliding slowly down my stomach. I scooped one up with a finger and tasted it. Just like Mark’s... I wonder if that’s because I imagined Mark’s cock. I toweled myself off and collapsed onto my bed. I sat there, thinking about my ability and what I’d just done. Was I supposed to be able to do that? Was it wrong that I enjoyed it so much? It was. They talked consistently on the phone or online almost everyday, their bond grew along with their need to consummate their bodies, and souls. When they couldn’t be satisfied with just erotic talk anymore, they knew the time had come to finally meet in person. He made arrangements to take an extra day on a business trip next month and fly to meet her. For her, the waiting would seem endless, she prayed for the days to rush by. She tried to busy herself with her writing but she was often. Jane sat down beside him."You know Albert, it's okay to cry when you're sad. No one would think anything bad if you did," Jane told her son. She reached out and put her arm around his shoulder. "He's my best friend and he's gone! I'll never see him again, he may as well have died!" Albert said, loud and hoarse. He collapsed into sobs. His mother held and rocked him like he was much younger. "It's okay Albert, it's okay. It'll get better in time, I promise you. You can call Gary and talk to him. "Look, I really don't know if you would fit in with the other girls. I provide some basic services, but beyond that, they're more or less independent contractors." Could we talk about it?" Cheryl sounded desperate.I sighed. "Yeah, call me back in a couple of hours and I'll see if I can set up an interview." Thanks, Don. I always knew you were a jewel..."I hung up thinking, 'If you knew that, why didn't you say something?' I called Darla. "Hon, I got a call from a woman I know who just got.