."He smiled at me and there was a sadness there because I knew he knew there would never be any getting past it for me."Because you love the bitch..."...Yeah."The next Tuesday I got a call from Peter. He had his own life, a business that ate up 80 hours a week of his life mucking around in people's brains and spinal cords, a wife he loved and a son he loved more. We got together physically maybe twice a year and he'd call if Mary or I didn't call him maybe once every other month."Dad, what is. "I got you all ready for work today; this is my way of apologizing for brushing you off last night. I wasn't feeling well, baby; I'm sorry," she lied. Her purpose was to get him dressed and out of the house immediately. "That's a nice way of apologizing, but I have another way you can make it up to me," he grinned as he removed blanket to reveal his nudity.Usually, this would turn Kerri on, and she would be all over him. Not today. She'd gotten a dose of some pussy yesterday and now she was. Shocking, isn’t it? What was the value in having a boyfriend? I could get a quality date whenever I wanted, to do whatever I wanted, wherever I wanted. I could have as little or as much sex as I wanted, and whatever kind I wanted. I could have complete control over any situation. A boyfriend would feel entitled to make demands on my time, on my attention, to have some say in the relationship. What did I need that for when I could get everything I wanted at no cost? Maybe this wasn’t love and. His thrusts are shorter and more stiff. Still he tries to make the moment last as long as it can, to drive the potency of it to its pinnacle. The pressure within is both painful and immensely satisfying. He can feel the hairs behind his neck bristling. “Clara,” he groans. Within seconds, she digs her fingers into his back and tenses her legs and stomach. Her lips part wide and for a moment she makes no sound. Then suddenly she trembles and groans, “Ahh! Huhn!” Her body quivers and rattles.