“Oh, don't do that again,” Steve said. “Sorry sweetie. I didn't think you'd take it like that,” I replied. Then we got to having sex again. He...really thought that I really wanted to stop having sex? Maybe he was worried. I'd have to talk to him about that later. But when he started back up again. He got rougher. “Damn Steve, yeah fuck just like that. Harder Steve,” I said. Then as he went as hard as he could then it was just too much. “Shit sis, I'm gonna really cum inside you. I'm gonna. ’ Dazed and tired, Megan woke with a yawn as she watched passengers file out of the plane. They remained until everyone had exited. Then Josh stood to help Megan with her carryon bag and then led her into the airport. ‘Just follow me and stay close. I don’t want to lose you in here, this place is huge.’ Josh said as he grasped her hand and held her close as they walked to the exit to meet their ride to the resort. ‘What about our luggage?’ Megan asked as they walked outside. ‘Don’t worry, the. I fell asleep again and the next time I awoke it was sometime in the morning. I got up, but my legs felt really weak and (surprise, surprise) I couldn't keep them together. I stood up and waddled into the house to have a shower. Both the boys and my ex were sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast, naked. Steve saw me first, "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?" I instinctively dropped down on all fours and spread my legs. “No, get outside and I’ll hose you down”. I walked outside and. Working with my Russian school teacher didn't help things, and the accusation would regularly fly until our sex life became mundane and boring and relationship more and more toxic.We decided to have therapy. The Therapist had treated Safira for depression previously, and it was obvious whose side she was on when she called me an "asshole" five minutes into the session. She was a slim woman early to mid-thirties. Very slow and measured in her demeanour, she wore black trousers and a nice blouse.