It was hard as a rock. I put the tip right against her vagina, and pushed hard. She let out a little scream but it was more of a very loud moan. I had...the tip in, about an inch. She put both hands on my chest and tried to push me away. I wasnt letting this happen, she was getting fucked. So I put my arms around her, and pulled her closer, basically hugging her. As I did this and pulled her right against me I pushed further in. I was probably about 5 inches in, about 3/4s. She moaned, this must. He smells like oil and rust, but it is a scent he’s grown to love working at an auto shop. He knocks on Meg’s door, yet when she doesn’t answer, his brows furrow together. She should be here. It’s her novel’s due date, and they planned to go out later to celebrate. Danny pulls out his spare key and unlocks her door, only to be greeted with the sight of her wonderfully firm ass in tiny cotton shorts. Instantly, he forgets how tired he is, and all he can focus on is her wonderfully long leg. We toured the house, its yards and a little bit of the neighborhood before we sat down in the living room to talk business. There really wasn’t much to talk about. The house was impeccable, if such thing exists, but the price was way more than we could afford. Derek turned out to be a fairly nice host. He was not an agent per se, but rather the house’s original builder. His family owned the surrounding land before he started carving the plots and building houses ten years ago. In the end, total. Later, after Brit had dried her tears, they ate dinner without speaking much, only engaging in the most superficial conversation: "How was your day?" "What do you think of your new classes?" "How do you like your teachers?" That sort of thing.After dinner, they cleared away the table settings and then headed into the living room. Maybe there was something good on TV.But just as he was about to sit down, Brit put a hand on his arm. "Jeff?" she asked."What do you need, Brit?" Lissa said we have.