He had ropes of muscles on his arms and a very humble four pack sculpted in abdomen. Impulsively, I pressed a slight kiss on his chest and just stared...at him, with a longing that I was quietly accustomed to. Wishing that, one day I could tell him how I truly felt. "Damn you John," I found myself saying out loud. I began removing my own clothes down to my boxer briefs. "When you're not drunk, you are the equivalent of a God. Why do you have to be so damn sexy? Why did I have to fall in love with. It'd seemed so simple when she rehearsed the speech a while ago. Now he was adding a new dimension, simplicity."My instincts tell me..." Fuck your instincts," he retorted. "What have your instincts ever done for you?" You're fucking with me again, Bradley. Knock it off or I'll leave." Then leave!" I..." she bristled, then relaxed. "Oh, hell! This isn't going the way I wanted. I don't want to fight with you, Bradley. I see a lot of that happening if we hang together." Maybe the pair of us are. There were a couple of older woman who were looking at him as if he was something that had crawled out from under a stone, and one younger one that had been appraising him as if she wouldn’t mind letting him screw her. Otherwise it was hard to tell. Glancing around the well of the court as the Barristers seemed to be discussing some point of law or other he noticed the reporter sitting in the crowded viewers area, a man that had been making notes during the proceedings yesterday, which had. The larger hairs were still injecting their nutrients into my balls. I kept cumming, it didn't stop. I was filling Neytiri with my love. With each ejaculation I thrust deeper. Pumping my semen inside her. Neytiri was moaning and her hips and legs were shaking. I rubbed my fingers along her asshole, She quivered with glee. I couldn't keep up with the amount of nutrients that were entering my body. Vast amounts of semen were being produced, I just kept pumping inside her. I could feel my sperm.