C'mon, youhave the chance of a life time and instead of looking forward to it,you're worrying yourself to death." Okay, okay. Maybe you're right. But,...well, all right. I'll give it atry. But, lets agree that if it doesn't work out, I can come home." Frankie, it's not a punishment. You didn't do anything wrong in my book.I love you and I need you but I can't be the other woman that goes withyou to bars and hunts down men. I can't watch you have an affair with aman and I certainly am not. Finally, I could not help but move. I began to slowly withdraw. Only my head was inside her when I reversed direction. Kelly took in a ragged breath. On my second stroke, she had a little orgasm complete with her cute little squeaks. I continued my slow thrusting. This time it took five minutes or so until her moans became squeaky panting. She tried to keep her eyes open and looking into mine but she couldn’t. This time Kelly brought her heels down on the backs of my knees, effectively stopping. By now I was so tuned in to my body, that I could tell what was happening to me. Ah yes, that age old fracture of the left ankle, almost forgotten, but never quite right either, the varicosities in the legs, the meniscus trouble and then, after another few steps, more work on the femur. Although it was early days yet, I thought I could get used to the pain after a while. Knowing what was happening was quite enlightening after all. This method of learning would be excellent for students of. "Joey Rogers in here in town shooting a series, bunch of date-rape things using my props. You want to do a set for him. He pays two thousand an hour, no sex, and five thousand for the full ride." Damn," she said, "I'll think about it. But you haven't welcomed me home."Together they hurried up the stairs and into the master bedroom. Vixen's father, after tossing aside his boxers, fell on his bed, smiling and still wearing his socks. Vixen stripped, straightened up his cock in a couple of minutes.