To expect her to change would be to claim ownership of her somehow. I couldn't accept that. I liked her better free than simply another part of me.And... so I let her go. Once and for all I let her go. I drove down a busy strip of our city on that Saturday night, all by myself, crying my eyes out once again, but finally resolved. Finally sure about what I was supposed to do, what I had to do.And then the dog turned around and chased his tail again—I changed my mind again. I loved her so deeply, so. “I’m going in,” he shouted. And then he thrust in. Both boys groaned in unison. Ethan swayed but managed to hold himself up. His hole was filled, with dick an dit felt so good he wanted to cry, to sob. He felt a bright light. He felt his muscles spasm with joy. His body rippled with pleasure. Ethan’s dick twitched. He was so hard. He felt a rush of blood to his face. He reached back and grabbed one of Maxxie’s hard butt cheeks and grabbed it to him. “Eungh! Please do it! Do me! Maxxie, do me!”. We hadn't talked about it but I assumed she had our costumes picked out. On Thursday she brought home two big boxes and told me she finally got our costumes.I opened mine to find a small pink mini dress with Barbie written on it. I held it up and said," seriously?"She could tell I was excited, "I thought we'd go as Barbies!"I loved the idea, I thought we'd make quite a pair.We had both taken off the next day so we went and got waxed and got our nails done for the evening. When we got home we. ’ ‘Is that’s what it’s like for you…?’ He nodded. ‘But this isn’t about me, it’s about you and why you won’t accept a three day fantasy…’ She sighed, ‘I won’t accept it because I would know all the time that when it was over everything would go back to the way it was before. There is nothing permanent about a fantasy or a dream, you only have reality, and even that can change day to day, but not as easy as a fantasy or a dream. I can sit here and see a gorgeous man in front of me, and think of.