I remember that night, holding her, feeling her warmth. Taking care of her.I had always done that, hadn't I? I had always taken care of her. Since the...moment I saw her I was taking care of her. The knight in shining armor, always arriving on his white steed, always coming to her rescue.I was tired. The armor no longer fit. She had removed it, piece by piece, over the past 5 years I'd known her. There was nothing else left to give; she'd taken it all. I was done ... broken ... empty of any more. She was so wet by the time he was done yelling at her that as she stumbled out of his office, she grabbed Luke and headed straight for the washroom.The noises that followed made it pretty clear what they were doing in there.After her orgasm, Molly had a brief moment of clarity. Looking at herself in the mirror above the sink, she felt like her old self was looking back, disappointed. Before she could really take that in, she noticed her tattoo - even though Molly could no longer read what it. I went down and licked his neck and got further down and licking and teasing his tiny and sensitive nipples and then focused my attention on his belly button as soon as my tongue made contact with his navel he stood upright “Amuu, don’t do that”, I intentionally lick it hard with one twisting motion of my skillful tongue, “Amuu please, don’t do that”, I pushed on his shoulder and made him lay back.I kissed my way directly towards his teeny weeny when I about reach the pecker I slipped and he. I held tight to my Brothers thighs, my face lying and rubbing all over his wet crotch-meat so the Stud wouldn’t knock me off my knees as he wildly pounded and pulled my torso uncontrollably by his lock on my pelvis, driving me in every direction as he came. It seemed like forever that the muscular Dog kept jerking my entire torso, pelvis, and swinging cock every which way with his doggy-root and his chest and forepaws imprisoning me against him. My face lolled drunkenly against Genes rod as I.