She was vocal, and very loud.I banged away as hard as I could into her pussy. She moaned and cried out even louder.“Oh, Jon, don’t stop. Fuck…�... she cried at the top of her voice. Then she went very quiet, and I knew from the last time I fucked her she was about to come.She stayed quiet as I thrust into her over and over, and finally she came. “Oh, Jon, yesss,” she cried, collapsing on the bed.I gripped her hips harder, and banged away at her for all I was worth. A few moments later, and I. I have to keep chipping away at the time I've left in my life. It's as if our life is a block of stone. Each day we chip a bit away, but we're blind to the size of the stone. In addition, the stone changes consistency. Sometimes its sandstone and chips away easily, while other times its granite. Because it's so hard, it takes a lot of effort to chip away even a small sliver of rock to make it through the day.Every day, my Karen blindly chipped away at her stone. Suddenly, there was no more. I wanted to show you everything I knew.Even when you bullied me in your younger years, when you turned your back to me, I loved you. I’d hide in my room and wonder, crying, asking myself why, how could you be so cruel to me? Mom and dad just said it was a boy thing, that you were growing up. It was normal that you wouldn’t hold my hand when we walked anymore, that you didn’t want the other boys to see you with your older sister, that you didn’t want to play with me. I hated it. I wanted things. ..As I expected, the Comanches ignored us completely as they concentrated on finding their missing horses. It was possible that they would seek revenge, but I doubted it—Comanches may be kind of crazy, but they are a long way from dumb! It was obvious that the war chief's medicine was shot to hell, and that had to be repaired before they dared to venture out of their main camp.We stayed on the road for just over three hours until we came to a place that was easily defended and had its own water.