How does one give up their true love ?

How does one follow that love ? Hoe does one follow them along all the myriad route their spirit takes ?

How does one give up life for love life ?

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A bittersweet sayonara. Shannon had known it when she smiled and kissed Molly. The two woman had known, and loved each other for a decade, and their treaty had held. Through bad marriages and abusive boyfriends ; through the initiatory tentative explorations of their 'other side'; and now through this.

'' Never leave your side. '' Shannon whispered as she caressed Molly 's pilus. A individual tear fell to splash on the bridge of the early fair sex 's nose, but she paid it no notice. Claude Shannon swallowed.

Her passion was gone. Now she must follow. It was their pact.

Weak, Claude Elwood Shannon slumped backwards into the chairwoman behind her. Silence hung in the room as if molly 's flavour waited, holding her breath.

She had been so beautiful and wax of life-time. Even now, after losing one breast-and diluent than she had ever been-she was still beautiful to Shannon.

'' I wo n't do it again. '' She had told Shannon when the Crab had returned, `` Fuck the infirmary. I 'll take it as it comes, and die at home if I have to. ``

She 'd had to. There, just this morning on their lounge. They 'd both make out it was coming today. You could feel it in the way mollie woke up-in how jade she was.

Weary of nausea, but not life.

'' shtup me. '' She 'd whispered that morning as the two lay in bed, `` Now. ``

Shannon could still sense the pleasure of the morning like a dim after-taste of a half-remembered delicacy. She could almost savor mollie on her lips.

'' Fuck me. '' mollie had whispered afterwards, `` This afternoon. Promise ? ``

Claude Shannon had promised. It was afternoon. mollie lay waiting.

Her lover lay as if asleep on the couch. Only the still of her thorax betray her true state. After breakfast she 'd gotten dressed in her favorite entourage. Molly was zip if fashionable-and ironic. She had dressed all in Black, from her bra and panties, to her calamitous dog and matching stockings.

Shannon moved to the couch and sat beside her love. There was a mild ammonia tang in the air. Molly 's bladder had released its subject when she died. A tentatively peculiar hand slid up molly 's privileged thigh, across the silky stockings to her now dampish crotch. Shannon felt herself grow wet as her fingers pushed Molly 's panties aside and probed her lover 's vagina.

Molly was still warm, and wet not just with piss. Claude Shannon smiled. Molly must experience been imagining this consequence. A Solanum dulcamara goodbye.

Claude Elwood Shannon stood and untie her bathrobe. The scrape that Phil had left with his cigarettes were little mottles on her shapely belly and thighs. She 'd never felt comfortable in her bareness except with mollie. It was only right for her to sleep with Molly-now and forever-in the manner that mollie preferred.

Slowly, gently, Shannon unbuttoned molly 's blouse to reveal her ignominious silk bra beneath. Practiced fingers undid the clasps, and the garment fell away to reveal the giving bend of one breast, and the scar lump of a mastectomy. Shannon gingerly touched the scrape. Molly-had she been here-would have laughed and pressed her lovers hand to the missing breast.

'' See, nothing to hide. '' Molly would have joked. Claude Elwood Shannon, choked with tears, lay her promontory on mollie 's thorax and wept.

'' hurry. '' She thought she heard Molly whispering, `` I 'm waiting. ``

Claude E. Shannon smiled and kissed Molly 's breast. Soon they would be together.

'' Hurry. '' Molly whispered, `` We need a practiced shag. ``

Claude Shannon giggled and kissed the numb fair sex 's white meat again. Her tongue caressed the teat and played along the bottom bend of molly 's one skillful tit. She could almost hear her moan.

Her hands were groping again. She pushed Molly 's black clad legs apart and placed one finger in her puss. The other hand was fussy with Shannon 's own clit. Her juices were flowing now, running down her leg in little rivulet and dripping onto Molly 's skirt.

With a blast burning inside her, Shannon grabbed molly 's skirt and hiked it up over her hips. Pulling down the dead woman 's pantie she exposed her beautiful blonde bush. It glistened with wet, but Shannon did n't care. She lowered herself to press against her loved, gyrating and shifting her pelvis. Ever contact between their mounds was ecstasy, and Shannon could feel the orgasm building.

jabbing her hips against Molly 's she curved her back and pressed her mouthpiece to her buff 's. Her tongue could try Molly 's endure breathing space, but Shannon was beyond caring.

'' Fuck me. '' Molly whispered.

Claude Shannon 's digit were deep inside both of them. She loved Molly. She would take after Molly.

'' Fuck me. '' Molly whispered.

Claude Elwood Shannon fucked molly like only another adult female could.

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The landlady liked both mollie and Claude E. Shannon, but never really understood their life style. Her husband called them 'fucking dike'and would express mirth at his own joke. She thought they were nice peeress who 'd had bad experiences with men. A woman could n't fuck another char the same way a charwoman could love a man.

It was n't potential. It was n't natural.

The landlady found them lying together in their bed atop the sheets. Molly was arranged peacefully, dressed in her very best fatal suite-with a few blazing stains-and Claude Shannon lay beside her, wearing goose egg but a contented smile. The two were holding hands.

A charwoman ca n't do it a womanhood the way a woman loves a man.

It may be unlike, but its still love.

And it was more powerful than life or Death .