I gradually felt used to his cock grinding in and out of me, I even began to relax more.His big salami slowly slid out from my ass and then back in, b... now his pace was quickening.I was beginning to slowly enjoy it, so I wasn’t complaining or protesting anymore.He, must have noticed I wasn’t resisting and started, fucking more hard and faster.By now I was in a euphoric state and thought it wasn’t feeling bad, as everyone in the world claims.He might have beat me to death, if I kept resisting.So. And what made her blood boil was thinking of the guy so proud of having degraded her."How about a Sex Positive program? That sounds like fun," she tried on as an attitude. "Three square meals a day. No homework. Buddies to chat with." Perhaps I should show you what a Sex Positive program is like."Kara knew there was sexy stuff there, but she could close her eyes and put her hands over her ears. Anything was better than letting some sadistic guy weasel his slimy disgusting thing into her to tear. .I came in to get. . . .I thought you’d be. . . .” I stuttered and mumbled nervously as I tried to apologize.He looked up at me. The embarrassment poured into his face and I could see the humiliation in his eyes. I felt so bad for him. I instinctively took a step toward him to comfort him. “It’s OK. . .” I told him. As I stepped closer, Brian pulled back a little, forcing his gaze to the floor, unable to look at me. I took a deep breath. “It’s no big deal Brian.” I blurted out, trying to sound. I peep into Emma’s room and she’s on her bed reading. I should go in and listen like a good mother and teacher. But today I don’t. I need time too – just a little time. I tiptoe onward to my bedroom and close the door.*I was shocked when Romilly asked me out. It was the last thing I expected. Caught spying on her, I thought she’d ask me to back off and leave her alone, not join her for a drink. Mortified by my behaviour, I accepted. I shouldn’t have. I didn’t trust myself around Romilly, didn’t.