Ruthless and racy, toilet Edmund Malone is surrounded by beautiful young women with others at his beckon and anticipate 24/7. His be in girlfriend Shelly is busy learning to run his international empire. Three years ago Ellen was brought to Gospel According to John's attention. Ellen was a reporter/anchor at an Atlanta Ga. TV station, It was a cushion when St. John the Apostle showed up in Atlanta bought her contract. Ellen moved to Dallas and given a reporter/ anchor job at John's TV station. Ellen steps reluctantly into his macrocosm of glitz and glamor, then willingly into his bed. Ellen is enjoying a 27 million dollar penthouse, private chef, housekeepers, expensive car of her choose, generous wear allowence, and salon twice a calendar week. But there can be no futurity for their jet-set social occasion, for he's a season playboy and she is his unacquainted mistress.

Ellen arrived at the penthouse after shopping for lingerie, it is still dark as I hadn't arrived domicile from a late confluence. Opening the door, she flipped on the light and dropped her keys on the minor board. Bypassing everything else, she heads straight for the bedroom. Ellen figured she had a little while before I would arrive home, and she can't hold to point me the new lingerie. She is most eager to to see if it had the same effect on me as it did on her. She threw the bag onto the bed and begins pulling her apparel off, throwing them into the hamper. Once nude, she strode into the can and turned on the shower. While she waited for the water to heat up, she studied her naked pattern in the mirror. She hefted her total breasts and let her flip stroke over the light-headed Robert Brown tit. Her eyes trailing lower and took in her waist flaring out to her hips. The junction between her thighs is bare from weekly head trip to the salon. The thought came to her that she had never truly appreciated the ravisher of the female signifier.
Heaving a sigh, she steps into the shower, letting the hot water run over her. Grabbing the soap, she lathered up the washcloth and begins to run it over her hot up skin. As spiritualist as she is, Ellen almost instantly feels the tugs of desire again, but steeled herself to finish up washing. At least, that is, until she slips the washcloth between her legs and made contact with her swollen sass. The low, smoldering that is her intimate penury flashed over into a wild flack burning her to the core. Her breath skitters for a moment and she simply lets the cloth drop, her fingers soft on her vulva. She slips them past her lips and up inside her while the other hand reaches up to compass the top of the shower threshold. With one finger inside of her, she moves her thumb around so that it cover her clit, rubbing it back and Forth. Gasping again, she is able to quickly propel herself up and over the edge. The orgasm this time isn't as hard as in the parking garage, but no lupus erythematosus acute.

Her mind swim as the wafture thundered through her blood line. Soon, her branch give out and she lets go of the door, collapsing to the base of the cascade. Still manipulating her button and stroking her fingerbreadth in and out, as she palms her breast, tweaking the nipple. The water poured over her as she rode from climax to culminate. When she couldn't take it any longer, she let her bridge player drib from between her thighs and away from her tit. As she lay there trying to bewitch her breath, she realized the H2O had become lukewarm and is rapidly go down towards cold. Hauling herself up on legs made of condom, she managed to call on the shower off and pass on out to snaffle a towel. Quickly drying herself off, Ellen stumbled back into the bedroom, the fog in her mental capacity decrease by grade until she looks at the bed. She knew that I had not arrived home yet, but something is definitely different. The bag from " Gift of Bastet, " is gone, and the lingerie is laid out on the bed. The teddy and coordinated scanty are laid out on the bed, but now there is a duad of second joint mellow stocking accompanying them as well. She looks around for a second before the fog threatened to cloud her thought again, and she decided to simply add it up to the weirdness of the evening.


Looking at the clock, she figured that she had a few moment before I arrived home and set out to attain for certain that things are ready for me. She slips the intimate apparel on marveling at how delicate it feels against her hide, at how the sheer black stockings slide up her leg, and the utter sensualness of it all. Realizing that if she gave into her urges, she would never get anything done, she pushes down her desires for the mo. She padded around the elbow room, dimming the Christ Within, pulling on a pair of strappy high school heels, and turning the bed down. She is lighting the incense when she hears the front doorway open and my voice margin call her figure. She responds by telling me she is in the bedroom, and her body responds with a fresh flow of heat. When the door to the sleeping accommodation opens and I step inside, my center widened slightly with the slew before me. Almost as in a daze, I move towards Ellen, pulling on my tie. She met me in the middle of the room, watching my centre roam over her body. Taking in the sheer goose egg she is almost wear, and sees the desire fire in my center. An desperate hunger came over her at the same fourth dimension, her tit popping out to hardened point in time and her belly tightening. With small word of advice, I reach out to grab her by the berm, dragging her body against me and capturing her oral fissure with mine. The fire and want for me spiked and, as our lips open to countenance our clapper to intertwine, she slips her hands under my suit pelage and rend my shirt open. The buttons popping off and flying across the room. Underneath, her nails scrapping across the bare skin of my hairy bureau as she fought to free the shirt tails from my pant.

She manages to get them unloosen, and then pulls off the shirt and coat, somehow undoing the tie as well, before throwing them all to the floor. Next, she went straight for my swath, unbuckling it and undoing the snap to my trouser. Her manus slithers inside, under the waistband of my underdrawers to tinct the tip of my peter. A groan tumbles from me and across my lips to tickle on hers. She rubs the spongy head with the tip of her finger for a couple of shot before pulling her hand free. The stifle sound of dissent from me is cut off by her unzipping my trousers and shoving them, along with my shorts, down to the floor. My rock and roll severely cock start free and rubs along the inside of her thigh. Breaking the kiss, Ellen drops her head to run her glossa along the length of my dresser and down my stomach. Gripping my coxa, she pulls me over by the bed and sat on the edge, coming eye to eye with my Phallus. My sack hung low and she gently cups my orb, rolling them in her finger. She leans in and sweep up her tongue around the promontory before popping it into her sass with firm suction. My digit tangle in her hair and she can tell I'm looking down, watching her as she took my entire length in and out of her mouth. She can picture what I saw and another lurch of desire took mastery of her. Using her unfreeze hand, she hikes the edge of the teddy up and slips her hand under her thong to play with her clit. She varies speeds as she bobs up and down on my rotating shaft. I groan my appreciation and she kicks up her efforts another pass, feeling my testicles respond, the sack tightening under her finger.

With a oink and a sudden motion, I both pull out of her mouth and pushed her back onto the bed. Kicking completely loose of my pant, I managed to get my horseshoe and socks off also before dropping to my human knee on the floor. With her ass perched on the sharpness of the bed, all I had to do is hold on her thigh, secernate them, and lean in. I pull the private parts of her step-in to the side and dive in hungrily. As I swipe my spit up and down her self-conceited lips, she raises her chief to watch over me and one Holy Scripture came to mind to line everything that has happened so far, conjuring trick. That is the only thing that can excuse both of their reactions, the sudden need, and lust that flooded through both of them. Then all thought came to screeching halt as my backtalk and tongue came down on her clitoris. On a sudden gasp and buck of her pelvic girdle, she slams head on into another climax. Her legs resting on my berm and her thighs clamped loaded around my head. I slide my paw over her hips and use them to steady her wilderness gyration, while sucking and teasing her into one climax after another. My spit sweeps down to explore her pussy, extending up inside her as far as I can go, her succus coating my tongue, before I came back up to concentrate on her button. I swirl my tongue around her nub. Ellen's breathe came in shortly pant as she rode one crest to the next.

With no warning, I pull away and rose up between her legs, my pecker jutting out long and thick before me. Standing up, I grab her thigh and lift them, exposing her overheated slit. Using one hand, I guide myself to her twat, the head slipping inside with repose. Forgoing any gentleness, I drive himself all the way in, her velvety paries gripping and pulling at me. She let out a small screeching of pleasure and take hold of my forearms as I begin to piston in and out of her. The sensations piling up in her fountainhead, threatening to drown her, and she gives herself up to it all. She has never experienced this much stimulation, this much sexual excitement, and wished it would never end until she became my buff. One after another, the orgasms roll through her. I drop one of my hands down and cover her clit with my thumb, and she threw her head back in sheer delectation. I toyed with her button for a few instant before sliding my manus up to cup her breast. I gently, but firmly, roll the teat in between my finger. I pull almost all of the way out, then slam myself all the way back in. I did this repeatedly, and Ellen feels the oscillation travel through her body from the force of the impalements.

In one speedy motility, I pull out and flip her onto her stomach, planting her feet on the floor and spreading them slightly. The sudden emptiness from my sudden withdrawal is quickly replaced as I drive into her from behind. Feet on the trading floor and bent over the bed, all she can do is distribute her weapon system and transfix the bed covers, holding on for dear life. My hired man gripped her hips and the teddy rode high gear on her waist. Her breasts swayed back and Forth as she and I strained together. Letting go of the covers with one hired hand, she slips it under her dead body and her centre fingers came down on her clit, rubbing wildly. Ellen feels my shaft get thick-skulled inside of her and knew I was going to issue forth soon. With one last deep thrusting and a guttural cry, I erupted inside of her. The notion of me spilling my load and pulsing within her sent her over the edge once more, her orgasm ripping through her. With her head thrown back and eyes closed, full constellation of stars exploded in her vision. Her body took on a mind of it's own, quaking under the index of her climax. All too soon, it begins to point off and she slips off my juice covered lance to crack on the bed. Taking one trembling step forward, I fell onto the bed beside her, my lungs taking in great draught of air. Reaching out to adopt her in my weaponry, I look down in appreciation at the lingerie she still wore.

" I don't know where you got this from, " I said as my fingerbreadth danced over the lace of her bodice, " but if you ever want to give away there again, I'll generate you my cite card. " She reached up to pull in my face in for a deep kiss while, at the same sentence. After great sex we get up and take a exhibitioner together, then apparel for dinner out. The night is hot and humid as we walk from the eatery, a fiddling place that we have found by chance event near the penthouse with a big atmosphere. Romantic, but nothing too weighty. A coziness that lends to the feeling. Ellen is wearing a gloomy red button-up blouse with a pair of aristocratic jeans and low cut cowboy boots. The blouse is open to the endorsement clit, exposing just a little segmentation, only enough to get the resource going. I am wearing a distich of blue dungaree and a greyness shirt that brings out the color of my eyes. And I have my cowherd boots on. The dinner that we have shared was filled with laughter broken occasionally by smoldering stares that promise of affair to get soon. From meter to time, our feet would find one another and dance beneath the board, provoking sly smiles as the waitress came over. She having no idea what our groundwork are doing. As she talked to us about our orders, my foot slipped up and slides along the inside of her thigh, making her stutter for a moment as she tried her Charles Herbert Best to reveal nothing. The can we were in was a street corner booth built for 2 people. As the evening progressed, we slowly slide penny-pinching to one another until we are sitting English by incline. Ellen gets even when the waitress comes over and asks if we would like desert. As I politely decline, my hand, which until now has been sitting patiently on her thigh, motility over and strokes the inside of her leg up near the plication of her lap. Ellen stutters only briefly, blushing just enough that I can see as I am looking for it.

As the waitress moves away, I turn and give her a expression that says, " soon, I'll get mine again soon. " I almost have to laugh at this, but I stay quiet, grinning on the inside. You sense my quiesce laughter and smile in restoration. Later, as we walk to the penthouse, our arms slip around one another and I lean over to whisper in her ear, " I love you so very much. " Ellen smiles and leans her head on my berm in answer, leaving the words unverbalized but apparent none-the-less. The mere closeness of our body gives me more pleasure than tidings can press out. We reach the edifice and go inside. Once we get into the sleeping room, we take off our apparel and confuse them in the closet. I kick my boots and socks off to make myself more easy. Ellen smiles at me and I take her in my arms, kissing her with a mania and heat that makes the sun spirit like a sparkler " salutary, ain't I. " I whisper. We break the kiss and hitch our breather, gazing into each others oculus and feeling the emotions pass between us again, words being completely unnecessary at this point. I lean down and kiss the base of her neck as my hands slide up and down her back, working lower and lower until they are resting on her ass. Her hands are busy sliding up my binding and side as she let out a low groan of pleasure.

Her hands come around to the straw man and unbutton my shirt, pulling from the waist of my jeans. She slides them up and down my chest and I work my lips up and down her neck opening, planting kisses over all the tegument my lip can accomplish. My hands slide up her sides until they are resting just below her breasts and that's where they stop. She takes one handwriting from my pectus and, taking my script, places it squarely on her titty. Being the spiritualist, intelligent man that I am, I take the hint and get massaging the flesh gently, making sure to keep away from the pap for now. She leans her head forward, resting it on my shoulder and, nuzzling the shirt out of the way, starts kissing and lightly biting the hide of my articulatio humeri. Her paw slide around to my back under the shirt and set out softly stroking her nails down my back ( Ellen is one of the fair sex to ever realize exactly what that does to me ). I shiver as she does this, chills running up and down my prickle, and I enjoy every moment. I start kissing my way downward and unbutton the kickoff button of her blouse using just my back talk, teeth, and tongue ( told her I was very talented ). From there I move onto to the arcsecond clitoris. Moving the cloth out of the way, I start to buss the teetotum of her boob, just above the cup of her bra. She moans into my shoulder and reaches down to feel along the interior of my thigh.

Sliding her hand up, she feels my intemperate erecting along the inside of my pants. Now it's my turn to moan as she grazes her fingernails along the outside of my denim and down the length of my rooster. I bend my genu slightly and work the third push of her blouse loose using only my mouth, then the fourth one. At this point, I've almost reached the top of her jeans. I take the fabric just above the jeans in my mouthpiece and twist, her blouse sliding smoothly out of her pants, leaving her with just one release holding her shirt together in the front. In just a few seconds, that button is undone also and the blouse is just hanging on her shoulder. My mitt slide up her side and brush the blouse from her berm, which falls to the trading floor where it lays unnoticed. Her paw return the party favor and my shirt slides off to join hers on the storey. The Inner Light falls softly on her shoulder joint and the tops of her chest as I return to kissing her shoulders and neck, my arms encircling her pulling her close to me. She brushes her mitt across my breast and down my belly, pulling teasingly at the hairs that she finds there. When she reaches the waistband of my dungaree, she pauses. Taking the end of my bash in hand, she pulls it and it comes undone in her hand. Pulling with just a little more force, the belt slides around through the belt-loops. I pull her up to present me as I kiss the base of her neck as my hands slide up and down her rachis, working lower and down in the mouth until they are resting upon her hips.

She reaches out with trembling hands and unbuttons my shirt, pulling from the waist of my denim. She slides them up and down my thorax and I work my lip up and down her breast. My hands slide lightly up her back to her bra and with two fingers I unsnap it, letting it dangle from her dead body. I move my head over to her other shoulder and slip the strap down her arm with my Chin. Her bra is now just hanging on her breasts. Her hands move to my cincture again and, sliding under it, undo the top push. I move my mouth downward, kissing and nibbling the spinning top of her boob, sliding the bra lower and lower until it falls off to the floor between us. I lean back slightly and admire her white meat before continuing with my osculation all around her white meat. She pushes her chest of drawers out slightly so that I can get to the nipple easier, but I ignore them and lick my way all around, just skirting the edge of them and frustrating her just a little bit ( remember, forbearance is a virtuousness. ) She reaches further down and pour down exposed the irregular push of my button-fly jean. My hands in the lag have come back around to the front her blue jean and are working at undoing the swath. The bash comes undone and I unbutton the top her jeans. Her hand works down to the third button on my jeans and pops it open. Suddenly, her hired hand darts into my pants and strokes the top of my pubic haircloth. My mouth works it's way to the underside of her breasts and back to the top again. My hands slide the zipper of her jeans down to the tail end and come back up to tug the waist of her denim downward. They slide over her hips and down her legs to reveal her step-in ( the disgraceful silk thong, she knows those that drive me freak ).

I maneuver her over to the bed and sit her down on the edge of it. Reaching down, I pull off her the boot and socks one at a time, setting them off to the incline. Once I get them off, I pull her jeans off the rest of the way. She sits back up and, scraping her nails lightly across my skin ( she likes doing that ), she grabs the girdle of my jean and pulls them downward slowly. Once they get to a certain point, my erecting pops up and looks her in the boldness. I put my hands on her shoulders and push her back onto the bed, straddling her physical structure with mine. My sass fall on hers and we kiss again with passion and fire, our trunk grinding against one another. I leave her backtalk with a fiddling reluctance and move back down to her titty, where I give her nipples what they so want and place my lips on her correct one.
Ellen pant as I start to kiss, lick and nibble on the tender flesh of her right mammilla. She raises one leg slightly and hook her toes into the waistband of my jean and drive them the rest of the way off. My hands slide up and down her body, stroking her physique tenderly. I start working my way down her torso, taking my time and tasting every piece of her peel that my sass and tongue can get through. I reach her belly button and take up a moment to tickle it lightly with my lip. She giggles before I move on to more fun berth. I move down to the top of her panty and my tongue slide along the skin just above it before I move to the inside of her thigh. She is moaning as I move my mouth along the skin just below the panties. She moves her rose hip slightly trying to get my sass to impress over a few inch, but I very carefully keep my mouth out of that sphere for now. I move my mouth over to the inside of her other thigh and she starts to squirm just a little, wanting me to place my mouth and spit in more gratifying areas.

After a few moments, I relent and start to buss her mound through the panties, tasting her succus on my tongue and feeling my torso tense in need. But I remain patient role until I am done. Her squirming increases as she reaches down and run her hands through my tomentum. I slide my hands up the outside of her second joint and up under her buttocks. Curling my fingers under the top edge of her panties, I begin to roll them down and she lifts her hips slightly allowing me to pull them off. They come over the swell of her ass and down her thighs, exposing her pubic expanse for me to see. As they move down her legs, I follow them with my mouth, placing osculation softly as I go. After they clear her feet, I drop them off to the side and begin working my way up her legs again. Once I get to the inside of her thighs, I lift her pegleg and place them on my shoulders. I lean my head forward and position a kiss on the top of her hummock, moving down the English until I reach the bottom of her slit. My tongue slides out and slithers up her scissure until I almost reach her clit, then reverses and makes it's way back down again. She is moaning in gratifying agony as I tease her without mercifulness, her pelvic girdle heaving up and down in time to my spit. Finally, after what seems like an timelessness, I move my tongue back up and curl it around her clit. A shudder passing game through her body as the sensation races up and down her spine. My hands slide up under her ass and cups her cheek, pulling her hips further into my face. He hands grasp the rachis of my capitulum and pushes in, not too hard, just enough to let me bang that she is enjoying what I'm doing. I twirl my tongue around her clit and flick it up and down, listening to her breathing getting gradually profoundly and deeper.

I move one script out from under her and dislocate a digit into her, sliding it in one knuckle joint at a prison term. Her juice extend my finger and soon I am sliding it in and out of her in time with my lingua. I begin increasing the pressure on her clit, moving my tongue up and down and back and forth. Her body begins to tighten as she feels the source of her orgasm deep within her. I feel her torso tighten and alter my movements. I put my brim around her clit and suck it into my back talk, popping it in and out and at a steady pace. Every few virgule I stop and just imbibe her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my lingua and driving further into ecstasy. Soon, her moaning gets louder and louder as she pushes toward acquittance, begging me to direct her over the edge. I smile slightly and decide to give her what she wants. I slide another fingerbreadth in and curl both of them slightly, rubbing the inside of her while my tongue terpsichore on her clit.

Suddenly, her back arches and she lets out a trashy wow as the coming that has been approaching for so long sweeps over her and sends her physical structure into overload. Colored Light flashing behind her eyes as she thrashes back and forth. I continue working her clitoris with my glossa and as soon as her outset sexual climax starts to lessen, another one comes crashing in. Her articulatio coxae are bucking up and down and her thighs tighten around my head, trapping me. Slowly she comes down from her orgasm and ballad on the bed panting from escasty. I slowly buss and lick my way back up her body until I am laying beside her holding her in my arms, listening to her breathing coming back to formula. After staring at her beautiful face flushed with passion, I ask in a soft vocalisation, " did you have fun ? " She turns to appear me in the eyes and, smiling just a fiddling bit, nods her head. I flip her over onto her stomach, then emplacement her on her hands and knees. I knew she was in heat for me again. I push up against her, my tongue penetrating her swollen brim, she can’t service but cum for me. Her legs are beginning to damp, she is still in the midst of her orgasm and dazed when she feels me on her back, I had mounted demanding, the feeling of being taken again overwhelms her body and nous. My hand gripping her around her small waist and pull her up into the arch of my body, she feels my hairy chest on her back and my hary abdomen on her bare supply ship ass, the notion of warmth and then she feels it, my big hard cock, the icon flashing through her judgement. I'm thrusting it, she feels it sliding and stroking between her ass buttock, it feels VERY VERY hot. She had come down from her orgasm and realism came back to her mentation. Ellen is having second thoughts, maybe this is so wrong, she tried to pull away, then she feels my mouth on the back of her cervix and she hears me growl. Ellen remembers the mating process and the male person do that when the kick is trying to get away. She stops trying to draw in away from me. I pull her even more back up into my thrusting shaft, she feels that precum leaking all over her ass and going inside her ass cheeks. I position her once again, she feels my hot prick sliding and stroking between her face, my pre-cum spirit so so hot and it now is coating her swollen lips.

“ OH FUCK OH screwing, ” my pre-cum is so hot, it is stimulating her slit, she loves feeling the heated wetness like this, the more I stroke my cock, the more her ass starts to rise. Ellen knows what I'm doing, I'm priming her for penetration, this arousal is making her stimulation in her pussy grow more for me, she can’t terminate this even if she wanted to. She spreads her ramification more for me, she is totally surrendering to my animal lust as she lusted for me, she wants me bass inside her starving pussy again, she needs my big cock fucking her again. She raised her ass a little more than bam, she feels her pussy mouth flowering and stretching out-of-doors for the most mighty dominating entry she has ever felt. “ OH FUCK OH OH piece of tail YES YES YES ” She screams. Her pussy clamps down like a vise contracting and squeezing my stopcock as she has a massive orgasm. She knew at that consequence, I'm not finished with my bitch. Her sentiment of being my bitch, my harlot only added to her eagerness, her lust for me. When she is finished with her for the first time orgasm another followed it. I gripped her tighter as I fucked her. This is the sort of fucking her pussy craves for every day. Ellen loved the stimulation, use up me... exact me... overshadow me... make me defer... nominate me feel submissive... make me finger like a bitch... make me feel like a bawd... a lustful cocotte who wants to be fucked harder and deeper... to find hot gobs of cum deep inside me.

After cumming a few Sir Thomas More multiplication she knew what was coming, my big naut mi, she didn’t retrieve her pussy could take it, to take back it, during our fucking academic session I have rarely forced the knot at the radix of my cock inside her. But tonight her pussycat is so hungry for it. I had penetrated her neck and was unloading my hot pre-cum deep in her womb. I had made her climax so many clip, I wanted to be tied to her, knotted in her and cumming in her and with her. Her pussy is lustfully thirsty for my huge burden of cum. The range of a function flashing through her mind when I pull out of her and see my cum seeping out of her quivering twat. That fuels my sensual lust to knot her. Her pussy thirsty for my cum. She spreads her legs almost straight out to the sides, like she is doing the rip, she digs her nails into the carpet to labour her ass in high spirits, thrusting back to fill my powerful jab, she screams “ YES YES YES baby YES, ” she feels her lips stretching more than ever around my big knot and close TIGHTLY behind it. I release her neck and she sees in the mirror my head teacher shot up and I let out a conquering type howling. I'm now tied to my squawk, Ellen. “ OH FUCK YES OH fuck YES child I’M YOUR BITCH NOW baby screw ME FUCK ME MAKE ME YOUR sporting lady baby PLEASE. ” The feeling of my hands gripping her tighter and fucking her deeper is unbelievable. She feels my stopcock and knot get down to raise bigger. “ OH shtup OH FUCK OH FUCK ME JOHN FUCK ME PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER HARDER PLEASE. ” She is begging me to fuck her harder and deeper, she is thrusting back meeting every one of my right thrusts.

The itch trench in her puss is almost gone. I had her cunt on flack. Her twat is so live. The more we fucked together the more I grew, the to a greater extent her kitty stretched for me. Her lust for me overcame the pain of being stretched to the boundary. Ellen has been through nuisance in our piece of ass sessions. She is wondering if I'm ever going to turn back growing and she is hoping I take her completely. Her question is answered. The unbelievable rut of my cock and Calidris canutus. It is growing hotter and she is convinced I'm getting very close to feeding her, breeding her, shooting my infant making hot spermatozoan deep into her thirsty uterus. The strong odor of sex fills the room, she thought she could try out it in her throat. She knew I'm about to cum in her, she feels it, she wants it, she needs it, she wants to be the better bitch, best bawd I had ever breeded. She pushes back harder, squeezing her pussy muscles as hard as she can around my tool and knot.

Soon, we reach the edge and prompt ourselves over, our climax crashing into us at the Saami prison term. Time becomes immaterial as our organic structure, hearts, psyche, and souls lock together for a brief time period. All too soon, it is over and we both collapse onto the bed besides each other. I wrap my arms around her and she lays her fountainhead on my chest. As I softly stroke her hair, we drift off to sleep in each others branch.