I would secretly wish, though, the heroes would instead dive into the explosions so I could see the fire singe and scorch them, and I would pause, rew...nd, and rewatch blasts and detonations over and over and over again.The news too, I came to love, after I passed by the televisions in father’s office, and one of the televisions was tuned to the news while father was on a business call.Behind father was a row of wall mounted widescreen televisions, carved into the oak paneling, and on one of the. Her breathing again increased. I supported her by her asscheeks as she lowered herself on my shaft. It took a while, but she managed to take all of me, her cheeks resting on my crotch. I held her as before, my hand on her fleshy hips, allowing no motion. I asked her if she was OK and she turned her head so her cheek was resting on my chest and looked up at me with a soft smile. She turned her head back and rested her head so I could smell her hair some more. Her anus was tight as a clenched. She sat back in her chair, thinking about Bill, her boyfriend. She missed him. This week without him had been a long one and she wished he was with her right now; he’d make her feel a lot better about her day. Abbey knew all too well how Bill could make her feel. Just thinking about it made her core twitch and pulse; she’d been too long without him. She stroked her legs, under her shorts, and her whole body came alive instantly. Her nipples poked through her cotton tank top, since she’d. ." He continued talking, but I wasn't listening. I didn't give a flying fuck about how sentimental he was trying to make this out to be. I didn't want romance, I wanted sex. I needed it."Manny, I don't fucking care who your wife is fucking. All I care about is fucking you. Right now. Or finding someone else to get the job done."With that said, he started unzipping his pants while I sucked on his neck. I wanted to leave a mark, a hickey, something to show his wife that he could get.