But now my need grows. I realize I will never be satisfied. My thirst for you will never be quenched.’ ‘I slowly pull back, your squeezing wet tun...el holding me, resisting my pull, wanting me to stay buried. ‘No!’ You whisper, breath hot on my neck, ‘Give that back!’ ‘My head is all that remains inside. I push forward again. Syrupy slick walls clench me. I bottom out again. An undulating cry of pleasure comes from my throat. I am home.’ ‘Your fingernails scratch at me, marking me, blood welling. ”He does. His lips press against my own, and his tongue pushes into my mouth. I suck his lips as he devours me. It’s sloppy, and wet, and so good. My body surrenders to him; my muscles relax, my insides unclench, and my resistances break down. His kiss radiates through my mouth and seduces every inch of me. I’m his; I’m his little whore. He grabs the underside of my thighs and pulls my legs forward. Eleanor dips her head into my crotch and pulls my leggings to my knees. Tom parts from our kiss. In the bath, Ivowed never to ring him. Two days later, I dug the scrap of paper out of thebin. Shaking, I dialled. A deep voice answered.“Paul, its Corrie.”“Come round about 12” he said, “and dress sexy.”I wore some black riding boots, a light blue long linenskirt, a white blouse and a bustier, some Chanel No. 5and a bit of dark red lipstick. I never dressed up forPeter. When I arrived at Paul’s cottage, he gave a whistle ofapproval.“Sweet,”. ”“What do you want me to do?” Carla asked. “She asks who her daddy is and there is only one possibility.”“We can go ‘round and ‘round on this,” I said. “And we’re not going to get anywhere. We trust the science. Carla trusts what she is certain happened. It’s an impasse which we can’t solve.”“Why can’t you just accept it for what it is?” Carla asked, almost in tears.I put my head in my hands and shook it. This was an impossible situation, made even MORE impossible by Carla telling Rachel I was.
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