He then pressed deep and it did hurt enough for me to object. "Does it hurt like your pussy for the first time?"I could only say yes. And he went ba...k to the small strokes, only with a little more pressure. After some time those secondary deep muscles must have relaxed. He could tell and said "I'm going all the way now". Slowly but with conviction he pressed and ended up totally buried inside. As he was going deep I letout an audible moan because it did feel very good. "See I told you.". Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I’d never felt anything like that in my life. I was terrified and helpless. She was outsmarting me at every turn. I was horrified – she was winning! She WAS going to be able to make me do whatever she demanded, no matter how sick or twisted. I was never going to be able to resist her. I was still crying when she came back fifteen minutes later. Her deep scowl made me try harder to dam the flood. ‘You haven’t even started!’ she accused angrily. ‘I . . . I . . .’. "Keep your arms straight, lean back on your skis, keep your tips up, and let the boat lift you from the water. Don't bend your arms. Remember that, no matter what." I put my arms around her with my hands on her belly, holding her in position from behind. I enjoyed her as long as I dared, then signaled Arnold to start the boat.Heather started to get up, and then fell. I swam over to her and asked, "Do you know what went wrong?" Yes, I couldn't help bending my arms."After several more trials in. I got into my truck and sorrowfully drive off. I would never see the master bathroom that had taken me 4 months to finish because of the wife breaking her fibula and tibia and not being able to walk without help for 8 weeks. That had been a great, but bad time for us. I relished every moment that I spent taking care of her. She however told me that I really got on her nerves hovering over her so much. I explained that it’s not hovering, its aggressive assistance. She was not amused in the.