When you're in love with someone who doesn't love you back, you get so ******* close to hating them. You hate that they've ripped you open, eaten you ...p and have left you to decay. You hate that they have let you hate yourself more than you could ever hate them. You hate them because of the things they gave you which weren't all good. And the things they stole. Like crying on their shoulders which they gave, but your pride they took.When you're in love with someone for the first time and they. When he was finished you turned to whisper in my ear. I pulled out of your dripping wet pussy, lay back on the seat, lifting you by the waist and sat your ass down upon my throbbing cock. I easily slid into your already used rear. As I started to fuck you from behind, you leaned back and my other friend slid from the front to position himself on top of you and pushed his hard shaft into your slippery pussy. You were in heaven, a man on top of you and one underneath. This was something that you. "What was the subject of my thoughts from the time consciousness returned to me? Always the same--always the child's corpse, coming every night in my dreams, rising from the earth, and hovering over the grave with menacing look and gesture. I inquired immediately on my return to Paris; the house had not been inhabited since we left it, but it had just been let for nine years. I found the tenant. I pretended that I disliked the idea that a house belonging to my wife's father and mother should. Let's dance some more."It was the same as the last dance only that time she didn't try to fight it. She molded herself to me and buried her head in my neck as I played with her ass. She didn't flinch when I cupped her right breast or kissed her neck and she only hesitated a fraction when I told her to run her left hand down my body and rub the hard lump in my trousers. The song ended and we went back to the table.I spent the next two hours playing little mind games and feeling Sarah up on the.