"Would you like to see my ass in real life?" she asked. I swallowed andnodded. She turned around and sat on my abdomen, then leaned forward. Shehad a ...scent of some kind of soap. Her hole was right there, not even afoot from face. It was prettier in real life than on the video. I toldher it was very pretty. She winked it at me. I reached out to touch it.She pulled away and turned around. She said she'd like to snuggle a bituntil I was ready again. She climbed back on top of me. I could feel. The relationship we have, distance the largest determent, depends on our ability to communicate our thoughts and to keep that link open always. I quiver in his embrace, feeling the length of his body against me as he answers me. He answers my questions as truthfully as he can. Questions his sanity and hers, the feelings that both share with the odds against them, yet can either say its over, no! We know how difficult the reality of our love is and what price we pay for loving each other. He. Jesus! she thought to herself, the guard was a woman, but the most manly looking woman she’d ever seen. The guard pushed Tati towards the doorway and then into the backroom where it led. Finally she let go of Tati’s wrist as she shoved the girl over to a heavy set of empty clothes racks. Tati looked around quickly to see she was in some dirty storeroom. Dust was everywhere like the place had never been cleaned. Tati spun to face them. ‘What’s going on? What do you people think you’re doing?’. We have things to do,’ I said, forcing an end to our mutual love fest. We each had things to do to get ready to leave, but we always stopped to spend time together during the day. We ended each day in bed together, but the sex wasn’t the driving need as it was before. Oh, we made love, but it was usually the slow, romantic type that ultimately is the most gratifying. Wednesday afternoon she called the art supply center to schedule some time on one of their kilns. It was to be an all day.