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I took my keys and wallet and ran to my car, still naked. I knew I had only a few more moments with her. It was almost more of a feeling than a sound. I wanted to build up gradually this time, hoping to have more time with her. As I approached orgasm, I again heard the sound, this time more distinct. Just as I began to come, I heard her voice. The picture was labeled “Diana Clark” and she was a few years younger in the photograph, but it was her; the girl I saw last night. I stopped again, just before hitting the point of no return, and let my heart settle again. I can’t sleep with the light on, and normally like it very dark, but after last night, I found myself wishing for more light.
