"You sure?" I pushed the head of my cock in between her cheeks She groaned and moved her hips forward "I'm too small, please just fuck my pussy" I stu...k my cock back in her pussy, relentlessly pounding her into the sink. She didn't hold her screams back, everyone in the bar must have known someone was getting a good fucking. "Get on the floor" I ordered as I stepped away jerking his cock. She got on her back and spread her legs. I grabbed her ankles and pushed them back to her head as I shoved. “You have to know that I just can’t run off and marry the next Vice President. I’d lose my job. The network hates you people. Me falling in love with you and carrying on a very discreet affair is one thing. There is no way I’d survive committing this big a sin. They would trash me for the next thirty years.“I thought we would be fine running in and out of remote cabins and exotic hide-a-ways. No way in hell will I be moving into the Vice Presidential Mansion and losing control of my work and. Checking the house became routine, but then, one day, it was there: the strange car in the driveway.I know the are flings, mistakes, momentary lapses in judgement that can be overcome. But there is also the real deal. I would see. There are a variety of responses available: violence, confrontation, spitefull revenge, flight, even denial. I would choose. In my experience, none do any more than change the timeline, and then only slightly.As most in the far North do, I have a snow survival kit in. Some smiled and gave a short wave.He released a sigh of relief when he walked in the door."Yes?" Rosa called out from the back room of the house. Jeremy had never been back there."It's me, Manuel," Jeremy called out and he walked to the back.Rosa was sitting behind a large worktable with framing on top. Inside the frame were pieces of broken tile and wet clumps of cement. Rosa was constructing a tabletop, like the one in the kitchen. Around the room were boxes upon boxes of different tiles,.