It wasn’t so much love as inertia. He has always been selfish and inconsiderate. We always had to go where he wanted to go and do what he wanted to ...o. He doesn’t do anything around the house. Most of the time he hires some kid to cut the grass and that’s his only chore!“If I want to do something, go somewhere or buy something I have to ask permission like a little kid. I used to think that was normal until you guys moved in and we became friends. I remember watching you together and thinking. I pushed thrice before I went in completely inside her. I knew that she has submitted when she opened her legs a bit more and held my back as I came out for another push. I had never felt such heat around my dick that I felt with her. Her eyes were closed and see seemed to relax after the pain and the pleasure built up right after. I increased my pace once I heard her soft moans, “ummm! Ahh! Fuckk” she whispered.I wanted to see her moan louder so I gave a few hard and deep pushes, ”Aahhhhhh!. " And could I have tossed you in the trash, like your parents did?"No pause this time. "Yes." But I didn't." That's true." This time there was a note of wonder in her voice."And the reason I didn't, is because I really do love you. Not because I have to, but because I just do." I don't understand that," she said."You will someday," I said, unwilling to expand the conversation in that direction. Trying to prove love exists can be a frustrating and painful argument. I needed to get her to have a. "Tia Elena? Fernanda. Is Carmelo home? Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm at the university right now. Si. OK." She turned to me. "He's still asleep, but she's getting him." She went back to the phone. It was a short wait. "Carmelo? Si, Fernanda. I just heard you met one of my professors yesterday. You did? And Martin was with you? You are both idiots. No, I am serious. He is a visitor from Canada, y muy importante..." And there I lost her. Nan launched into a stream of rapid-fire Spanish that sounded as.