"I shook my head. "We've had this conversation already. Kim's barking up the wrong tree. That's not me."Viktoriya frowned and slumped in her seat."It'... not that I'm against being a stronger person. It's not that I don't WANT to be more confident or in control or even 'in command'. But giving orders and ... and yelling LOUDER than Kim's father just to obstinately get my way? That's not me. I can't NOT see it from her father's point of view, and I can't NOT consider the possibility that she'll be. (I love it, as the posture lifts and points your breasts even more dramatically.) I can feel your concentration again riveted on our reflections and the sensations that are again building in you. My hands continue to caress, lift, touch, fiddle and fondle you, but I too am nearing an impasse. My toes are starting to tighten, my ass to tense, and I know I could lose myself to your touch and dance on me at any time. My throat is constricted, and I eek out, "Baby, I..." Your head turns, and while. .No holding back. No remorse.My moans fill my own ears, as he slides into my body. So easy. So big.Fuck me. Please, please, please… Fuck me!He fills every part of me. Sucking, licking my nipples, kissing my neck, my shoulders, grunting, moaning, sticking his tongue into my throat, squeezing my tits, my cheeks. He is so warm, so damn hot, the heat of his body fills my crotch, and all I can do is enjoy. I want to give him the same, but I can’t, as his thrusts turn me into a slavering, whimpering. What we do about the long term is your decision, just like it's always been. Do you have something in mind?" I think so," she said. "If we're going to be in Wychbold for a month or six weeks, do you think there'd be time to get my stuff out of Mom's house and over to yours?" We can make the time and in that big a house there's more than enough room. There's no big rush on moving your stuff I can see." I don't know, either," she said. "Maybe I'm reading too much into it, but I keep thinking that.