He was toying with her; she laced around his body so tight her legs began to cramp up, and her toned arms wrapped around his thin form, fingernails ra...ed his back.She began raising her hips to meet his thrusts. He was slowly moving in and out of her, letting her become accustomed to his size. She felt the first orgasm building up before he wasn't even half way in. Jeff knew how to fuck a woman. He started slow, sliding only an inch or two out. He looked down at his cock impaling her. He decided. I deeply regretted selling the house in Tiburon because I would have surely gone there. I doubt very much that separation would have shocked her into change, and divorce would have inevitably followed. I find myself wondering if that might have been best. But such thinking is futile. I did sell the house. I did stay in Cambridge. And we did stay together, if peculiarly. My life become one of memory and fantasy. Memories of days, nights, experiences, with Julie and Anne, and other women, some of. It had been a permanent part of his anatomy since his Mum had got back into the car, forcing him to cover it with a folded blanket despite the heat and humidity that the air conditioning struggled to cope with.In an attempt to distract his mind, Gavin's eyes strayed to Tracey who was still obsessed with her phone and with her friends' antics. Slim and lanky at fourteen she had her mother's looks, coupled with her Dad's brash personality. Gavin rather doubted she could keep a secret if she. I couldn’t force myself to look at him; I just balled my fists, as if trying not to answer him. “Forgive me,” I would whisper softly. “I have had to live as if I were human for quite some time.” I would stand after a moment only to have one of my wrists grabbed tightly. And then his voice softly whispered into my ear, “All I ask is for you to be well, and be yourself.” Another shiver ran down my spine at his voice. “You must feed, little one,” he whispered. “NO!” I hissed at him twirling around.