I also understood the pleasure he was feeling and how hard it is to control yourself when you first break into that dark pit. I grunted as he pushed h...rder; his cock seemed much larger than I knew it was, my asshole felt like it was being opened by a baseball bat. I had to shove my face into the pillow and still the sound was not quiet as he pushed more and more of his monster cock into my asshole. He was about half way in when he began to pull his cock back then push a little more inside me,. I almost thought you forgot to come and was about to leave when I heard your poetry.’ She was smiling at me. I felt my heart pound when she did that. ‘Me too…’ I said and immediately scolded myself for sounding stupid. ‘I brought dinner. It’s not much, but…I hope you like it.’ ‘I’m sure I will.’ Dinner was quiet. Our eyes kept dancing from the food to each other and whenever they made contact we would both either blush or giggle. It was almost as if I was a teenager again. I kept thinking to. She tried to put her hand on his cheek to soothe his feelings, but he turned away again. She kept her hand on his face, she felt his heartbeat slow and he turned slowly back to stare at her. Now, she saw a tear run down his cheek and she felt so much sadness from him. She tried to smile hoping it would comfort him, but his face remained cold and angry. She left her hand touching him in hopes that she could make him understand. ‘What happened was not supposed to occur, but it does when the. Chuck, in turn, was answering all ofSarah's questions as well. Some of it over what he was doing, and a fewon why he wasn't afraid of her. At first he was, he admitted.The fact that he looked so much like her son also fascinated him. If hewasn't her son, she mused, he could have easily been a sibling. Ofcourse if he was her son he'd be long dead, so perhaps Chuck was arelative of hers? A fanciful thought but oddly comforting as well.For a mother still hoping to see that child she'd lost,.