. this wasnt the stuff in my dreams ..my legs buckled as he entered me not gently but roughly I winched in pain this hurt I thought i was going to spl...t but as he rammed into me again and again things started to happen it was getting easier. his mouth was biting my neck and this thing inside me began to throb, a tear rolled down my cheek bastard i thought but strangely enjoying it. He withdrew and began to wank on me grabbing my hand to help him but as i touched him semen gushed out of the tip. I much prefer my beer warm and flat. I don't like having a ball of ice-cold liquid in my stomach, nor do I like burping half the evening and farting the rest of the night!I started walking through the Union every time I went to and from my classes. A few days later, on a Monday, I successfully bumped into Sian again."Hi, Sian!" Hi, Jon! Things going okay today?" Much better, thanks. I'd offer you a pint, but they're not open yet." The café on Salisbury Road does a decent cup of tea; it's just. After all, we're good friends. Intimate friends," he added with a snicker. He threw his hat on the hall table and rubbed his hands together, eager to get down to business.The trembling, misery-and-guilt-laden wife of Roger Carmel felt unsteady, and the room swayed as she stepped with him into the living room. She'd had too much to drink, she knew that, but she'd hope that the headiness the scotch gave her would act as a blessed covering over her naked shame, and she felt naked under his. I must have used the hairbrush a hundred times, and each time with maximum force. You are going to find it hard to sit down for days.” “I am so so sorry Jackie. Really I am. Really. Really. Really.” He just lay there, shoulders heaving, his bottom redder than I have ever seen it before, and I knew by tomorrow there would be heavy bruising. Still, maybe he won’t take the car again. I felt his bottom. It was burning. “OK Peter. Get up.” He stood in front.