You need to learn not to be so sure you are right so often, and to choose to fight only when it is very important to you. This was important to her, b...t not to you. It was her fight. She will win this fight, because she always does, but now, she will feel betrayed by the person she was fighting for. She will be in her room for at least a week now." Gerta, I didn't try to make her mad. She got mad all by herself. At the end, I wanted to do what she wanted me to, but I couldn't. I think there's. I jerked myself off, hoping she was still watching and shot stream after stream of young cum out as my legs shook and mind spun. I had never cummed more or harder. All the next day it was all I could think about and that very night I was back. To my surprise, see seemed to expect me, maybe even happy to see me. “What are you doing here?” I stood on silence, gathering nerve. “I want to touch you like you touched me last night.” She seemed shocked, taken back by my statement. “What are you. Are they really as good as they say they are?"She got a big grin on her face. "I love it. I'll never own any car other than a BMW. Once you own one it spoils you."Don flashed her a big grin, "Well once I get a job like yours I'll get one. I don't make anywhere near the money you do."She grunted like she knew a secret that she wasn't going to share with him."Do you work around here?" she asked.Don pulled back his coat and showed his gun that he was now licensed to carry, "No, I'm a cop."Don saw. He exited her with a little disappointment, but enthusiastically flipped her over once more. She was all but panting now, and gazed up at him in a wordless smile. He grinned back, and moved up her body slowly. As she realised what he would do, a look of mixed surprise and mischief settled across her face; her hands came up to hold onto his legs, and she arced her back. For his part, he leaned forward a little and put his hands on the outer sides of her breasts, squeezing them together slightly..