But something has changed.For the last couple of hours, little sparks have been flying. A sexy siren, drawing my gaze. It is warm and humid on this s...mmer evening in Big John's kitchen. Over the sea of sweaty bodies, we share lust-filled looks, each one longer than the last. Every time I steal a glance, she's looking right into me. Smiling and licking her pale pink lipstick. Winding her straight hair around her finger, to form little ringlets that fall to her collar bone. I'm picking up the. She was sweating and I can tell she is full of lust. I leaned to kiss her again, and as I was about to enter her, she moaned in a low voice and told me to be gentle on her but I told her no. I’m going to get all I want.I shoved my 8” cock in her with its full length. She screamed so loud and begged me to go slower. I kept pounding her as she screamed loud and cried, and I can see the blood from her hymen covering my cock every time it went in and out.“Ah ! Please… Slow….”“Ah! Ouch”Was all that. It was a dream come true for me, and since that night we had a shared secret, expressed through knowing glances at each other while fetching burgers for customers. Well, I was probably just imagining that on her part, but I had fallen pretty hard for her. I looked around for her, as always, and didn't see her. It was still early though, the afternoon lull, and I was scheduled to work through the dinner period. There was plenty of time to be around my angel. "Hey Steve, Walters is waiting for. I helped him get in and out of bed. I helped him get seated in the shower and I helped him in and out of his wheelchair. I soon became unhappy with the way things were going. I hated Samantha and Ryan for what they’d done to him. The man I loved was in there somewhere but all I could see was a man who seemed happy to be dependent on others. One evening as I helped him to bed, he pulled my head down and kissed me. I surprised myself by pulling away from him.‘Will, what do you think you’re.