Now the fantasy she has painted is gone, lodged in your fantasy dream storehouse.
You whine about just how close you were, always a mistake with Sydney.
"Oh, were you really so close? Really?" says Sydney smiling evilly, "tell me about it!"
You try to put into words the bliss and then frustration that you have just felt, how you were incredibly turned on by the fantasy Sydney painted about the beach, and then how great her pussy felt.