I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”“Wait! Shower, shave, and dress right. It’s business casual on Fridays. Slacks, no ties. You can tell them I...sent you home to change.”“That’s better than traffic?”“Trust me. Oh. And thanks for the flowers.”“Okay. Half an hour. I’m moving.” The line went dead. I stripped and headed for the shower. I took just enough time to shave carefully. I was beginning to get the hang of it, but one bad move and I’d have no facial hair at all. I chose black slacks, a white. "What's best for me is that she's not my sister. Our love took a quick turn to romance. I'm going to marry her. We're only waiting for her to graduate from high school."Io said, "I've had enough for a while. Let's get out. I need you to rub lotion all over my body." She said it slowly and distinctly, making sure all close to us heard her. She grabbed my hand and we went to our towels. We dried off and she lay on her stomach. She handed me the lotion and I started slowly and sensuously to rub. "We can't," she sobbed. "I've been such a tramp. A tramp!" She was bawling, her face buried against his chest.Ryan stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. A knot tightened in his gut. Visions, terrible visions of Tiffany with other men clouded his mind. He fought them."Sweetheart," he murmured. The images faded to where they belonged--into the past. "It doesn't matter." He wrapped his arms around her."If you knew what I've done," she sobbed, "you wouldn't say that." His arms felt good. For a. Ellen orgasms not once, but three times, with me slamming my hard cock into her. After her latest orgasm, she feels something hard starting to hit her opening. She had felt it before she climaxed, but didn't think much of the pain. Now she feels it again-something hard, and very large hitting into her every time I thrust. Ellen stopped breathing. She knew what it was...It is my knot. I'm trying to force my knot inside her. She begins to struggle again for a moment, knowing that if I were.