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For
a
while
there
was
trembling
release
,
in
which
the
slightest
movement
,
the
sliding
of
flesh
against
flesh
brought
sobbing
spasms
from
us
both
.
Then
,
gift
of
the
long
period
my
sleeve
had
been
in
the
tank
,
the
sweaty
images
of
Anenome
pressed
against
the
glass
of
the
bio
-
cabin
,
my
penis
twitched
and
began
to
tighten
again
.
Miriam
Bancroft
nudged
at
it
with
her
nose
,
ran
the
tip
of
her
tongue
along
and
around
it
,
licking
off
the
stickiness
until
it
was
smooth
and
taut
against
her
cheek
,
then
swung
around
and
straddled
me
.
Reaching
back
for
balance
and
hold
,
she
sank
down
,
impaling
herself
on
the
shaft
with
a
long
,
warm
groan
.
She
leaned
over
me
,
breasts
swinging
,
and
I
craned
and
sucked
hungrily
at
the
elusive
globes
.
My
hands
came
up
to
grasp
her
thighs
where
they
were
spread
on
either
side
of
my
body
.
And
then
the
motion
.
The
second
time
took
longer
,
and
the
empathin
lent
it
an
air
that
was
more
aesthetic
than
sexual
.
Taking
her
cue
from
the
signals
gusting
out
of
my
sensorium
,
Miriam
Bancroft
settled
into
a
slow
churning
motion
while
I
watched
her
taut
belly
and
outthrust
breasts
with
detached
lust
.
For
no
reason
I
could
discern
,
the
Hendrix
piped
a
slow
,
deep
ragga
beat
in
from
the
corners
of
the
room
,
and
a
lighting
effect
patterned
the
ceiling
above
us
with
swirling
blotches
of
red
and
purple
.
When
the
effect
tilted
and
the
swirling
stars
came
to
dapple
our
bodies
,
I
felt
my
mind
tilting
with
it
and
my
perceptions
slid
sideways
out
of
focus
.
There
was
only
the
grinding
of
Miriam
Bancroft
’
s
hips
over
me
,
and
fragmented
glimpses
of
her
body
and
face
wrapped
in
coloured
light
.
When
I
came
,
it
was
a
distant
explosion
that
seemed
to
have
more
to
do
with
the
woman
shuddering
to
a
halt
astride
me
than
with
my
own
sleeve
.
Later
,
as
we
lay
side
by
side
,
hands
milking
each
other
through
further
inconclusive
peaks
and
troughs
,
she
said
,
"
What
do
you
think
of
me
?
"
I
looked
down
the
length
of
my
body
to
what
her
hand
was
doing
,
and
cleared
my
throat
.
"
Is
that
a
trick
question
?
"
She
laughed
,
the
same
throaty
cough
that
I
had
warmed
to
in
the
chart
room
at
Suntouch
House
.
"
No
.
I
want
to
know
.
"
"
Do
you
care
?
"
It
was
not
said
harshly
,
and
somehow
the
Merge
Nine
leached
it
of
its
brutal
overtones
.
