"You better sit down, Helen."Her best friend indicated the couch. Helen obliged her."Here. I made you a drink," said Sylvia, indicating two tumblers o... rum and coke on the coffee table."I'd better not, Sylvia," Helen told her. "Kyle is home from college and he's got a bunch of friends coming over. I don't want him smelling booze on my breath." Well," said Sylvia. "I'm going to need one if I'm going to get through this. And you might need one too."She picked up her glass and gulped it."I've just. She stomped on the tiny stab of disappointment she experienced at seeing some other hulking brute smile at her by the door as she got her stamp, and was elated to feel overwhelming relief bubble up in its place. She could almost feel her free will doing a hand - in - hand jig with her sense of self preservation. She headed for the bar and ordered a highly unfashionable (by Sydney standards) Guinness, knowing that she’d pissed off the barmaid because it would take a good three minutes to pour. I rocked back and forth, caressing my waist with my own hands, before turning around and giving him a full view of my ass and back. I heard him hum in approval as he took in my well-toned ass and long legs. Taking my time, I ran my hands against my hair before reaching for the back of my bra and unhooking it.As the black bra falls to the floor, I turned to face him, showing him my breasts. He smirked, taking in how perky and large they were. Wasting no more time, I played with my breasts as I. ” I’m begging now, I don’t care. He leans down and kisses me hard enough I can feel his teeth, “What is it that you want baby girl?” “Your cock, goddamnit. I want your cock.” He’s the one laughing now, “Well, if that’s what you really want.” My hips come off the bed, seeking him out. I’m needy, desperate and I don’t care. Please, please, please. He enters me slowly, until I moan, then he pulls out again. I’m whimpering now, the wave building again but he won’t let it break. At.