The only crumb of comfort I could find was the language she used in her emails to Dean. She raved about the wild time they had but not about how much ...he loved him. She was obsessed with having fun. Cheating, doing wild things, thrill-seeking, yeah, but not loving; she never used the word love; I hung onto that.Dean was a big guy with a big ego and big everything else if her diary was to be believed. I never liked the man, there was something about him, he was too full of himself. He ignored me. .. ?”“The French call it, ‘Le petit mort‘, the little death,” Harriet explained in a hushed voice. “Sometimes, when the feelings are quite strong, you can even pass out from enjoyment. Yours was not quite as strong.” She smiled mischievously. “It must have been quite good, though, for a first time.”“It felt like I was falling endlessly,” Siobhan whispered. She turned worried, next. “Am I a - deviant woman now?”This caused Harriet to laugh. She checked herself quickly. Although the creaking of. She couldn't speak, but her moan was pleading, and the dragon understood well enough. His next thrust broke a rib as it skewed sideways, but it was enough. Sobbing, Swyena had the strongest orgasm of her life, the torn remains of her inner muscles twitching as she climaxed. The next thrust redoubled her pleasure, and she suddenly stopped sobbing as she felt her heart skip a beat, the pain of destruction surrounding the precious, throbbing heat of Durin's cock inside her. She was nothing but a. I really couldn't believe that I was sitting next to such a beautiful girl; she was slim with a big bust, a 'C' or even a 'D' cup and great long legs encased in very tight jeans."You think I'm pretty?" she asked out of the blue."What?" I said, thinking she had caught me staring."Pretty, do you think I'm pretty?" she asked again."Sure," I nodded."He was always saying I was, even when I wasn't," she mused. "I remember I was so scrawny, stick like legs and no bust at all, then I started to.