?I wouldn’t know about that, Mr Freddie,? he replied.?Oh, come on, Sam.? Clegg admired Sam’s loyalty but sometimes he appeared to be trying to see... dumber than anyone could be in reality. ?This Miss Ilsa must be quite something.??He sure thinks so.? He turned back to the pile of music on the chair of the piano. ?Songs From The Shows,? said the top one, ?Everybody’s Welcome – Hermann Hupfeld?. Clegg looked at it sceptically. Hupfeld? What sort of name was that for a songwriter?Freddie poured. With some we need to stay at the same intensity for a long time, then when she's getting close, rev it up a little bit to push her over the edge.Some like to have their vaginal opening played with. Some don't.Some like the whole "up, down, up, down" flicking thing on the clit we know from porn with our tongue. For many this is too intense.Some like a finger inside, on the g-spot. Some don't want any penetration during oral.See what I'm getting at? Every woman is completely different. With guys. She responded to it.I pumped her slowly then I increased my pace, and she was responding and carving more and more inside her with each stroke. I was pumping her like an engine to set the motion in rhythmically.While I was pumping her, she had a surge in her body. She got stiff and stopped her breath. She moaned and had an orgasm with a big grunt. She tried to squeeze her legs but could not do it because I was between her legs. I forced to keet her legs wide open. I screwed her impetuously.. The stress of the past few days had finally caught up and-" I just shrugged."Tell us about the Vampire," Aunt Gene said. "You two obviously have a history." Yeah," I said, shutting down a little, "we'd dated while I was down in Florida," I told them. "He was a real piece of work." That's the ass that sent you back to us like that?" Aunt Annie asked, outrage flashing in her normally jovial eyes and I nodded."It's long done with; I don't care about that anymore. Now, he's just another asshole.