Really Hard. You squeal as the pain approaches. You have to stop.You hear what sounds like leaves rustling. You freeze and stop breathing – fearing ...omeone will hear you / see you.?Fuck!? Someone’s here. They heard me squeal. The heard the chain.?I’m in SO much trouble. What am I going to do??You VERY quietly call out my name with great distress. There is no answer. You hear sounds again. Foot steps? You speak my name again. No answer. You wonder if there is a stranger, standing there, just. ..just pleasestop it now and let me be me. I'm doing all the things you want..." Markjust sat patiently and watched her eyes search the room before settlingback on his. "Why?" I think I'm actually falling in love with the woman you're becoming,Danielle."Daniel shifted uncomfortably and looked around the living room, tryingto find anything to look at besides Mark. "Mark, I-I am not-" Look at me, Sweetheart."Daniel looked down at his lap, past his swollen belly. Daniel hated thebuzz in his brain. "That's stupid," a young male voice sounded behind Enola. The boy, Hope's twin, shoved out an unwrapped gift that was unquestionably a mountain climbing hammer. "What does she want a noise maker for? You want a shell hammer. It's useful."The two twins began arguing back and forth about the merits of their gifts. Enola had always been amazed with the differences between the two. The boy -- who bore the name his mother had given their father, Ulysses -- was adventurous and risk taking, while his. I am without doubt addicted to cum male and female and mine mixed with any the older the better, I love the desperateness of it, the feeling that they are grateful for whatever I give them when really their attention to me is just as much of a turn on.Friday comes and seems to race by, no sooner is school finished, my evening job flies by we are so busy I am nearly late leaving which would have meant me missing the bus! It’s a mad dash to the loo to whip off my bra and panties, stuffing them in.