"Chris," Mr. B. said, "it concerns me that you don't seem very upset about your parents." He paused, but I didn't say anything. It didn't seem to me t...at he asked a question or anything. "Maybe you're keeping your feelings bottled up inside. It's not real good to keep things inside. You have to let them out. You can always talk to me or Marilee or Lucy. Or we can arrange for you to talk with a doctor who knows about these things." Then he stopped and looked at me.He waited a long time, so I. She didn’t recognize it at first. It wasn’t until he’d stood again and lifted her off of him to put her back on the floor that she could turn around.She saw the flowers that had sat on Beth’s table.“I picked those up for you yesterday,” Phil told her. “I took them with me when I left because I hoped to find you at some point.”“You bought me roses?” Hailey asked, tears in her eyes. “No one has ever got me roses before! Oh, Phil, I love you so much. I am sorry I am such a stupid bitch. My orgasmic groans are soon overtaken by your appreciative moaning as you feel spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum splashing through the inside of your ass. With each eruption, I stab forward until the last of my juices have dribbled from my spent cock. I give you a few more gentle thrusts, my dick now sliding easily back and forth in your cum filled asshole, coating my entire length with the creamy white fluids. My long, wet strokes grow increasingly shallow, until my slippery pole slides out. “Ryan, listen to me, this will hurt a lot more if you try to fight it; just relax and soon the worst will be over.”When she saw his rosebud begin to open, she slowly forced her strap-on into him. Just an inch at first, then two, and then she backed off a bit, and then four; soon she had given him all she had. She almost laughed as she gazed down at his face, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut, his face scrunched up in anticipation of a great amount of pain. It was as if he was a small child,.