Slowly he thrust, looking into her eyes, such a stunningly clear blue now clouded with hunger. Her hips rose to meet him and she quickly increased the...r pace, slamming into him with a fury that matched his own. ‘Maaat,’ she pleaded in a strangled whisper. ‘Don’t — oh, God!’ She panted against his chest, covering it with wet kisses. Licking his nipple with the length of her tongue she suddenly moaned loudly. ‘Matt! Fuck me!’ Lifting her legs over his shoulders he began to pound into her, feeling. " He tilted my head up and looked into my dark green eyes. "Baby girl, I know your strong enough. That's why I love you so much. Your the strongest woman I know."Kevin picked my limp body up and carried me to our bedroom, gently laying me on our bed. I rolled over, running my hand over his side of the bed as I thought. "This will be the last night I share this bed with my soldier." I heard the shower come on, and Kevin walked back in the bedroom. He sat me up and took off my PT shirt, and. . She was lying on the bed in the little tatty room and the door opened. Her grandmother's stable hand came in and approached, undoing his shirtand letting it fall to the floor; undoing his trousers. In her bed, Ann parted her legs a little, running her hands down ontoher inner thighs. The stable hand kneeled beside her and she saw her hands go up to caresshis muscular chest. She saw his chest come closer as she kissed it, hisface come to meet hers as their lips touched. She sighed with. Then he failed his piss test. After Robert got to level three, he earned himself a day pass. During the pass, Robert relapsed. He relapsed on coke and he blew off curfew. Robert missed his curfew and he dropped a level. It was that simple. It was my attitude that kept me on level two. I refused to be therapeutic. I took my meds, but I didn’t do the work. I talked to my therapist when I wanted to and I rarely spoke in group. I called the art therapist a ‘fucking loony.’ As for Diana, she didn’t.