The original owner was Jonathan Hardaway. I don’t care. xnx Perhaps he is in disbelief of this happening, too. I am so close. This is surreal. My eyes open wide as his pelvic bone crushes my exposed clit and, in that moment, I can see multiple, distinct shadowy images moving around us in the room and my mind registers them with certainty as not moon-lit shadows from the shifting curtains. I release his hand once we enter the bedroom. I am acting like a wanton slut. A shadow appears … in front of the lamp … disrupting the flow of the light. “The others don’t know?”
He laughs. Hardaway?”
After a few moments, my eyes moving back and forth across the room, shadow to shadow, it happens. I smiled but it came out a bit sad. It is like nothing that has pressed against me in my life.
