He looked just a little worse for wear, but not by much. He ran his fingers through his hair, but he’d forgotten to do much more with his pants than...pull up the zipper and the motion caused the jeans to slip down an inch. He squinted out of the side window of the kitchen, muttering something to himself about how everyone had the wrong idea about robins being chipper. He knew them to be loud-mouthed bastards, he grumbled, who loved to sit outside his window and scream at him while he was trying. .' Gritting my teeth I complied and whispered '...alright...fuck me slowly...' I gasp. The voice said 'since you ask, I'll be quick...' I cried softly '...noooo, you promise to be slow...' He answered '...if it' will make you happy, I'll fuck you slowly...' I begged '...pleeaaaassseee take it out, you can't be doing this...' All I heard as a reply was his heavy breathing and him grinding slowly deeper into my stretching bung hole. Moaning and groaning I laid there and submitted to his. “Kristina brings it out in me. I don’t know why but when I’m around her I just feel so negative. But she has seemed really mellow lately if you know what I mean”. Then I pressed the issue. “I heard that you were divorced because your ex couldn’t stand to be around you”. “No” she replied. “We’re divorced because I was too old for him even though he’s ten years older than I am”. We put in another movie and as I caressed her hair and arm rather than a tit, dozed off together once again holding. As a girl I wasn't - and could never be - my father's eldest son. And yet I was expected to fill the role that he had assigned for his oldest child, the child who was supposed to be a boy. It created a whole host of problems for me - expectations that I could never meet.To be fair, I put some of it on myself, but I can never really parse out how much of it was my own creation and how much was my parents assignment of a role to me.For example, I took responsibility for my younger siblings,.
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