But the color was where the similarity also ended. The blue in Verya’s eyes had reminded me of the deepness of the sky before the sunrise, but there... was always the promise of the rising sun. With Bellcauniel there was no such promise, and the color didn’t remind me of the sky but of the sea. The color of the sea could be an equally beautiful, deep blue but there was a false promise there. The sea was deep, usually cold and always merciless. You could go sailing there and if the sea was merciful. That's why God doesn't have a plan as such; It's letting you choose your own path. You can flush yourselves down the toilet or ascend to the heights. Everything you do is entirely your choice, including failure."There was a pause, then several questions came at once.I wobbled the floor a little, which very quickly restored silence.I'd been slightly frustrated by not knowing Private Guy's name and I hadn't wanted to ask, so I used this as an excuse to satisfy my curiosity. I instructed, "I guess. I don’t care how he’s inside of me, or about the pain and humiliation he inflicts, as long as he just doesn’t stop. I only care that I get more. I hear myself begging for him to go harder, but a part of me can’t believe it’s me saying this. I look up to see the other guy still watching, waiting, as if he’s next. I make myself ignore him, not a hard task under the circumstances of having my hips gripped, and being pulled back harder and harder onto a raging dick. I feel every inch of him in me,. "Would you like a massage?" I offered."Sure if you're up for it just keep your hands away from my pussy and my tits," she warned.Becca's tits really consisted of little bumps but with elongated nipples. "I promise, why don't you just lie face down on the bed and I'll get some lotion." I said accepting her threat.Becca lay face down on my bed as I moved into position to massage her back. She just sighed as I oiled up my hands, straddled her body and went to work on her shoulders. She cooed as I.