bourn1953

simply ran off one afternoon, took the cat and fled her dreary existence with him and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car payments_ and receding hairline and all the other trappings of adulthood, of responsibility. And he wanders over the memories of the body that had lain next to him all those years, the smooth firm flesh that had been his privileged pleasure, the curve of her slender soft ass, how well their two bodies fitted together after all the years of adjustment, of fine tuning to each other's needs, recalling the soft warm feel of her interior as he had nestled inside of her... His cock hardens in memoriam, and it cannot help but remind him of the soft younger version of _Her_ sleeping in the upstairs bedroom with the smaller one that _She_ had always said looked