’ ‘I’m sorry, Stan. But … on the other hand … maybe that leaves the door open for me.’ Sue didn’t sound like she was being a smart-aleck... ‘Time will tell, Sue. But, it’s six hundred miles from here to there. I’m not sure how to handle long distance romances.’ ‘Oh … so it’s a romance now, is it?’ ‘Aw, come on Sue, you know what I mean.’ I was embarrassed that I had used that word when we hadn’t done any more than kiss a couple of times. ‘Relax, Stan. No pressure. Let’s just take it as it comes.’. “Please get into me...” I whimper at him. “I already am.” As he twists his wrist rotating his thumb deeper into my ass. “Your cock... I need it.” “In here?” He presses deeper into my ass. He doesn’t allow me to reply; instead he grips his cock and teases the head into my wet hole making me beg from him inside. My head explodes as I feel him stretching me further with every inch. He bends me over Lauren's body, grabbing my shoulders and pushing his whole eight inches inside my small pussy.. Was it all true? Still no answer save a slight wind rattling the window, and the snow falling imperceptibly as though it shared his fear and utter desolation. The snow seemed to whisper that California was a dream indeed, that loneliness, a state of being he easily grasped, would unfold in added dimensions, that responsibility towards Allah would somehow govern and direct his days from now on, this same Allah against whom he had resoundingly rebelled. At the heart of it all, however, he missed. .’ he stopped her. His voice was gentle and the look in his eyes hypnotic. ‘Not now. I know we need to talk . . . but . . .’ Marissa wanted to cry out or slap him or something. She was falling for him. A part of her wanted to know if he was worth it. If his unspoken promises would be delivered. If he felt the same way. She needed to hear the words. Yet, the other part of her knew that he would catch her. He had treated her too well and his actions spoke louder than any words that could come out.