I was feeling a bit ashamed of what had happened, and facing her was difficult. I stayed the hell out of her underwear drawers even though I was very ...orny and excited by the fact she knew I had been into them. One night, after having been out on a movie date with a girl I knew, I came home about 12:30. I had to pass my aunt's room to get to mine, so as I came up the stairs, I saw the lights on in her room. I gave her an "it's just me" as I tried to hurry past her door. As I did, she said, "hey. She was trying to breath in and out to control the pain, but it was not working. Eros looked down and could see how widely he was stretching her. But he had barely started. He ran his hand slowly up her back until it got to her head. He grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled he head up, causing her to gasp in pain. Now she was looking up in the mirror and saw this massive man standing behind her. She looked tiny compared to him.“Bitch. You thought you knew pain before. Get ready for…” and he. I knew there was going to be a lot of forgiving and it was going to be done on his part. He took my hand and was a ladder that lengthened me to the floor, and there was hardness in his voice, and we were a parabola around each other, magic circles enforced us, encased us, and protected us, and he whispered my name and made it sound like summer wind of a long childhood that was to last somehow forever, and I dreamed him and he dreamed me and I held his hands and kissed his fingers that were. I took two weeks vacation booked a flight and kept in contact with him. When I arrived I rented a nice car and drove to his house. I had dinner with his bride to be and her family. Her maid of honor came by as did some of the others. One girl would register the guest; she was the younger sister of a brides maid. She got my mind racing when introduced to me. The rehearsal dinner placed this young and beautiful girl beside me. I would escort her to the front just before the bride would make her.