"OHHHHH! Fuck" Emma gasped as my cock made its slightly painful entrance. “How the hell do you manage,” said Emma as she slowly eased herself dow....Once comfortable she leaned towards me reached around the back of my head and embraced me in a long, passionate kiss. I parted my lips slightly and felt her tongue probing. She definitely knew how to kiss for the more she probed the harder my cock become."Wow it moved," exclaimed Emma.As I resumed the kiss my right hand reached under her and started. I came and my body trembled slightly. The blanket lifted up, ushering in the cold air. Our nipples hardened, and we stopped to find the weak spot in the blanket. I got off of Eric and grabbed the lifted piece. I crawled to it on my knees and Eric moved out of the way. Taking the opportunity, Eric grabbed my hips and pulled himself to me. I moved my legs farther apart and looked behind me. He plunged in again, pushed down my upper back, and moved his hand to my breast. I gripped the end of the. Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Jake and Abbie Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend. She was making small talk in the coffee room with a guy from work, Jake, and the subject came up of how she helped a friend paint her bedroom over the. That had been considered our first real date. It went from there. We lived together for a while and then married the next summer, in 1993. It was kind of fast, but sometimes you just know when you’ve found someone that you feel comfortable and compatible with. Our daughter, Angelica, came along 12 months later. We had a great marriage. We were stationed overseas, but travelled a lot, raised a beautiful daughter, saved for our retirement, and then she was taken from me much too early. I was.