“Ow, ow, owwww!” I cried My body was calibrating this new feeling. It hurt so bad and we still hadn’t begun the actual fucking. He pulled all ...ut an inch of his dick out slowly. I could feel my ass muscle gripping Jimmy’s cock for dear life - the exact opposite of what it should have been doing. I put my face in my hands and cried and he pushed his dick back into my ass. He was way too long and thick for this, I told myself, yet didn’t mutter anything other than cries and gasps. Then, as. When she went up to the podium to receive her scroll I was so proud of her, and for her, that I had tears in my eyes. Doctor Phillipa Goddard, PhD, MA, BA (Hons)!After coming down from off the stage clutching her diploma, she had been surrounded by well-wishers. I looked at her and knew that without a shadow of a doubt that Academia was her life, as the army was mine, and our two lives were not and never would be compatible. Pippa suddenly looked up and saw me looking at her. The smile she gave. I hugged her and held her as tightly as I could. Finally she uttered one word, "Coffee." She had evidently poured it when she heard my car pull into the driveway, for it was setting on the table steaming.We sat across from each other knowing we had to speak, but neither knowing where to start. I said, "I understand that you're pregnant. How do you feel about that?" Dirk, I feel bad--terrible in fact. Terrible because it's not yours. One minute I hate what's inside of me and the next I feel like. Now I know why.Hell no, I didn’t want her to send that message! ‘Can’t help but remember the good times we had.’ The fucking, she meant. But, but, the hardness between my legs sure as hell wanted her to.“Well, send or delete?” she asked again, when I wasn’t answering her.I looked up at her expectant face. She was having some fun. So was I, to be honest. What harm was there? “Send it,” I told her.We waited for a response, but none came. He’d apparently left his computer.I had to work the next.