![]() ![]() I looked down at her, smiling as I sweep her hair, knowing enough time has passed to put us both in a simmer. My fingers brush her lace-covered breasts. I love the softness of her skin as I wrap my arm around her. Zoe looks like Rachael glamour shots angel: my perfect woman. I lean against the couch and pull her into the crook of my arm. ![]() She looks at the photos of Cooper and laughs, remembering stories from before, and comparing them to the older, wiser Cooper I speak of now. We hungrily swam into each other, pawing clothes, skin, and flesh, making passionate love with our mouths. I crashed through the doorway and down onto the thick bed of blankets and pillows Zoe had arranged for my inevitable arrival. We made love just seconds after my arrival. Zoe Jacking off while women watch so in tune with who I am, and who Richard must be, she expected me to visit. Perhaps not as happy as I would be with Richard, but happier than most people can ever hope to be. She has a glass of white wine in each hand. I watch Zoe as she crosses the room from bar to sofa.
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