Wheee... wheee... wheee in a gasping tone. When the stranger turned me on my back, I found that I could breath through my nose! I got a look at the ma... helping me, but all I saw was a blur. Dimly I recall activity that seemed both focused on me and totally oblivious to me at the same time. I heard murmurs, talking, and felt myself being moved. I was in an ambulance, and I remember looking at a determined looking man in a paramedic's jacket who squatted beside me and looked at something with his. Once they were all spread out in the studio Sunday night, everyone was welcome to attach his or her name to a box. We had Marshall and Martha, Del and Maribelle, and Maribelle's parents join us, too. We weren't leaving anyone out on purpose. It was going to be a great Christmas.Speaking of which, we'd consulted with Del and he took three guys with him to cut a tree for the studio. We had a small tree in our family room at the big house, but the studio was where everyone would gather for our. Every memory of pain since their last conversation surged forward, constraining her body. She had thought more than once on how she would react if ever Dominic crossed her path again. None of her hypothetic imaginary situations could prepare her to this. He was dressed in an impeccable black business suit. He was more handsome than she remembered. Reaching her, his large, tanned fingers wrapped around her wrists, pausing her motions, she glanced up and locked gazes with the object of her. .OMG the pain." I grinned lewdly and start thrusting my cock in and out of her pussy mercilessly; not caring about her pain. After fifteen minutes the pain started to subside, she started moaning with each thrust I slammed into her, digging her fingernails into my back. " We have a long night ahead," I said huskily. " No I can't." She whimpered. I slammed hard into her. " Ahhhh," she moaned. " I hate you." I placed my lips on hers and start squeezing her boobs. While thrusting my cock into her..