<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/dba2/ack8z9n23ezcqzx6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Nan Rapido</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Det. Kantonspolizei Zürich</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">On my back, Pussy nuzzles and sobs.<br/><br/>It could seem natural, but it doesn’t.  I’ve cum; she too. I’m spent; she’s spent.  Am I cold, unemotional?  Is that it?  Some I suppose.  But is it that <strong>she’s</strong> hot blooded and emotional?  No!  Something else.<br/><br/>Have I seen a side of her that she’s not let others, most others, see?  What about du Monde?  Has she seen this?<br/><br/>I know her well enough not to pursue.  She deflects instinctively.<br/><br/>Instead, I let her sob, stroking her hair.  <em>Things might turn better.  Who knows?  Probably not, but who knows?</em><br/></span>