The best thing a man can learn, if he wants to make his woman happy, is how to make sex last a heck of a lot longer than he would under “normal” c...nditions.I did learn that, but only later. All I knew at that point was that this was working out pretty well. She was obviously having fun (she did keep coming to tell me she was going to take a shower) and I was most assuredly having fun. And, again, nobody was getting hurt.When something happens like happened to us, it’s shocking to everybody. It all started when Mary, Megan's mother came home early from work.Mrs Johnson, Megan's sitter was helping her with her class work when Mary came home. It was one in the afternoon, she normally didn't make it home till seven.Mary came in the house and went straight to the bedroom and locked the door. Worried Megan asked Mrs Johnson what was going on. I don't know, she told her. You keep working and I'll find out. Going to the master bedroom Mrs Johnson knocked on the door. As Megan typed on her. "Hi Van," she said, immediately looking over his should to ensure that Raul's van and Bobby were out of sight."How ya'll doing, Julie?" said Van as he walked past her. Her mother was away on one of her few monthly errands: picking up some welfare checks. That was why Julie had asked Van to come at this particular day and time."I'm good! You, uh, are here with what I called about?" she asked nervously. She was running low on coke, having used more than usual during the week's vacation. She hated. Kevin rolled to free one hand better, sliding off of me and more onto the bed. My shirt was now rucked up and he was looking at my pink bra. I glanced down and could see the nipple through the material myself. I felt him reach under me and pop the clasp, which was my cue to sit up a bit and remove both shirt and bra. I smiled up at him when my head touched the pillow again.I frowned. "What?" He was looking at my breast with a look of anger.I looked down, following his gaze. Oh. The bruise from.