I must have stood there without looking away for five minutes. I actually had to shake my head, like I was coming out of a trance, to stop myself from staring any longer. I looked back at what I thought were their sleeping faces and I saw that Ellen’s eyes were open—I didn’t know for how long—and that she was staring back at me. I had no idea how to react. I thought Ellen would start screaming or pull the covers over herself, but she was smiling.
She didn’t close her legs or let go of Simon’s c**k. She just kept smiling at me while Simon’s eyes were closed and his breathing was steady, as if her happiness was too gigantic for her alone that moment and she needed to share it.
I whispered the word “sorry” and quietly shut the door.
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Ellen’s n***d body was stuck in my brain like a pi
