“Oh, you’re home Fugs,” he exclaimed. Fugs is a name that started and stuck with me all through high school. I had hoped and believed it was sho...t for my name; Francis Uglow. It was a horrible Irish name, so really, any nick name was welcomed. It was only when I was into my second senior year, that I learned it was actually short for fucking ugly, given to me by those sluty, stuck up bitches who thought they were better than anyone else; a.k.a the popular group. “I wish you would quit with. ”I was smiling to myself as my wife went away, embarrassed.The rest of the day went very smoothly. Doreen’s mother came to pack everything up and cart it back to her car. I did the same thing.Before her mother had arrived I had been talking to Doreen. I told her how beautiful she was and asked her if she was interested in a relationship. She caught me off guard though when she assumed that I was talking about myself.I guess the kid that mows my lawn is shit out of luck then.So anyway I decided. She was dying with pleasure and I was enjoying it too. She again started shivering and I thought she might fall. So without stopping the pussy licking, I slowly pushed her backwards and made her stand against the kitchen platform. I ate her pussy to my hearts content, gave her 2 to 3 earth shattering orgasms and then reluctantly stood, licking her belly on the way.Then she smiled, licked my lips sexily, tasting herself on my mouth. Then I lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen platform. I. He was fed up with the way French pushed him away, the way her fears of intimacy and vulnerability constantly came between them. He could no longer tolerate the uncertainty, the instability, of their relationship. He wanted to cement it, make it permanent, it had become essential to him that she be in his life. She was necessary to his very well-being. He wanted her with him all the time, he wanted her to know that even when they were apart, she was still his, he was still hers. The beast of.