I don't know if Hell is fire or ice ... for all I know it's both and then some. But that night, at that moment, in an instant that lasted forever and ...ust a few heartbeats at the same time, I burned and froze, raged and mourned, laughed and cried, lived and died and lived again.Do you know what this is, dumbshit? What you've been so eager to get rid of? This is power! This is what makes you superior."You're wrong about this making me superior."Am I? Everyone has feelings. But how many can take. It was bliss for him – he was panting hard and smiling in between. All this while he made no attempt to touch me. He had his hands clenched to his pants. I never increased the speed at which I rubbed his tool. But he had enough, couldn’t hold any longer.He came with a huge moan. He was thankful. It was pure bliss. He kept smiling at me and kept panting. I was surprised and amused when he said, “Thank you!”However, being the bitch, I wanted more. I wanted more than just thank you. I want him to. I moved my attention to her knee. After stroking and squeezing it for a while, I unfastened two more buttons and moved my hand upward. Our new friend moved a seat closer, unzipped his pants and started stroking his large white cock. This was not lost on N. While staring straight ahead pretending to watch the movie, she excitedly whispered, “He has his penis out!!” I could tell she was sneaking glances at his play out of the corner of her eye. I took her right hand from around. ’ ‘Of course I’ll behave. Warren taught me that dinner only included good food and intellectual conversation. And no sex before date number 15. Or was it 25? He’s old school after all.’ ‘Poor Warren. I must have cost him a fortune to court Emma, then,’ Erin laughed as she went to put the flowers in water. Cade opened the wine bottle and poured them both a glass. ‘Here you go,’ he said and gave her a glass. ‘Mm, smells good,’ she said and took a sip. ‘Very nice. What is it?’ ‘French. Borgogne.