“Yes bitch this is where I get my $100 worth”. I moaned and said “me too honey. Do your worst”. He was a man of experience and moved hard and ...ast, eased off and then hard and fast again. He was going to make it last, I could tell. He was grunting and groaning and I was moaning. “Oh yes” he said “moan for me. I enjoy a whore who loves her work”. I responded “and I love a man who knows how to fuck”. I am not sure how long he took and I didn’t really care as I was enjoying it. Finally he gave a. I knew she had a boyfriend. Or at least a love that she could never let go. Even tonight, even in my arms. It was a fragile love that only the ones who are broken to pieces understand. Such a love cannot be replaced or replicated. Just like how a thread cannot join a cloth again. She was a thread and so was I. Isolated, with the memories of something that will probably never happen again.The next day, we met for coffee and cigarettes. She confessed there that she still loves someone from her. I threw her head down on the bed, and removed my shorts. I ripped off her top, and could tell she had mixed emotions. As much as she wanted to say no, her body could not resist.I sat on her breasts right after I finished ripping at them as she screamed in pain, just not too loudly. I placed my entire 11 inch cock in her mouth and pulled up her head off the pillow. I started to gyrate around as my cock poked the back of her throat. She had tears coming down her pretty face, but I could not tell. I'm sure you know that girls are supposed to mature sooner than boys ... and not just physically. That's because men might rule the world ... but women have to tell them how to do it..."Penny led him by the hand onto the coach, where they were greeted by the smiling Miss Ellis."Ah! Miss Palmer and Mr Jennings! Perhaps a production of 'Romeo and Juliet' would have been more appropriate for you two!" Penny returned her smile." ... But they both died, Miss! What are you trying to say!" Miss Ellis.