My dick was really hard and I had already taken it out. Now I started to talk with my dick as I really wanted her with me. So I replied, “I am alone...now, maybe you can come here and show me the way you are talking about haha”.She didn’t reply for some time which really scared me and my dick was all shrunk out.I sent her other messages but she didn’t reply. That time, I really regretted that I sent that message. I was on my bed regretting my decision and just waiting for her reply and suddenly,. Do you think?" No, it was just you." I don't think so, but no matter ... how about you just stick it in me?" You want me to give your cunt a good fucking? Let me see how wet it is," a pause and then, "Oh yes it is all ready for me."Very shortly after, I could hear Mom making little mewling noises and Daddy grunting. "Ew, ew, ew," she would say and Daddy would grunt and mumble something about her hot pussy. The noises got louder and the bed started to squeak and I started to leak. I got so hot. Sometimes, to keep up her image, during social hours Steve would have a goad and pick on me mercilessly, hurling insults about my background, my money; my supposed revolutionary ideals. Sometimes it felt very real, but I knew that when we were alone together, she would clearly prove that she loved me again.I had been in Galloway for nearly a year when I had my severest test. It came as such things do, at the most obvious and least appropriate moment, and was mostly own stupid fault. I was back. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to. Just come over here to the sofa and relax."I did as she asked, with the tears still flowing down my cheeks. For the longest time, neither of us said a word. Diane wrapped her arms around me, and we locked each other in a loving embrace. Part of me loved it, but another part thought of this as some sort of torture, feeling that nothing could happen between Diane and I and that this goddess of a woman was brought back to torment me.After a few.