With every thrust she would give a ouch and uffffff kind of noise. We went on like this for almost ten to fifteen minutes. I now carried her and broug...t her to her bedroom…a clean spick n span room with dim lights and a nice big bouncy matress on the bed. She lied and i was on top of her. I started going deep in her and thrusting myself into her hard. Now she was begining to give a hard fight with an equal amount of push to every thrust of mine. I raised her legs and angled it along my both. Paul's introspective manner, however, put the girls off. After the initial foray, the girls would give up their quest. As they expected Paul to reciprocate in flattery, he would respond on an intellectual plane. It was confusing. For the bikini girls, this was too high a price to pay to be on the arm of a former sports star for a summer.There were times in his secret haven in the pines that Paul would dream about these sirens that sang off-key. If only there was a harmony, something might. ....She thought it was a ball gag and a thrill of fear went through her.She had experience of them and loved yet feared ball gags.When right they could be thrillingly disabling.When wrong they could be brutally damaging.What he had in his hand was bigger than she expected and had no straps of any kind.It was a pool ball and he held it before her eyes so she could inspect the shiny perfection of it as he turned it round and round for her to see.He took her top lip between his teeth and pulled. Agnes rubbed my chest making my electric razor erratic as it passed over my face. She moved further over and took her hair brush. She began to brush her hair slowly.I whispered, “What’s with Jimmy and Suzanne last night?”She looked at me. “It was a bit blatant, wasn’t it? There may be a small explosion from my parents a little later. They need to get moving and somehow show some sign that they weren’t together all night.”“What about her parents with her missing all night?”“They’re divorced. She.