The fear of giving in to my desire rather than my moral obligation to class. I'm a lady not the new bar bitch to be banged in the basement. So I sto...d there...As I stood, he repeated the question as he stepped into me. He was slightly taller than I so his lips lingered an inch above mine as he whispered, "Are you sure?". As I stood still and silent, he slowly took the juice bottles out of my hands and placed them on a shelf. He leaned in towards my ear and whispered one last time, “Are. Just don’t let me hurt myself when I get this massive cock of yours in my pussy.”“I love women, and I love making sex good for them, and me too. I try not to let pain enter into our love making, or fucking”“I have a feeling someone close to you, taught you that.”“Two someones, actually, and I love them more and more each day for teaching me how to make any kind of sex more like making love, no matter who I’m with.”“Rachel, Lola and Charlie told me we could wait until we get back to the complex,. And slowly starts rocking back and forth on me only riding about an inch in and out at she moans. I feel her juices dripping out on my pelvis, so I each down between us and begin to rub her clit. Her eyes roll back into her head and the look in her eyes was one that I will never forget. One of total abandonment and loss of inhibition. She lifts up end higher driving more of me inside of her and she places her hands on my chest and rolls her head back. Then I feel it wash over here, her ring. But what waited for him at the hospital? Would there be scores of reporters like in all the cop dramas he'd ever seen. Could they have gotten his name from "an inside source" at the police station? Would he even have a job when he got there?Pulling into the doctors' lot, he breathed a sigh of relief. There didn't seem to be any unusual activity around the hospital. There was the usual hubbub of noise and sirens, a helicopter sat on the lawn, one of the life flights, it rotors still. A steady.