You push into me, starting a good pace. I can’t help but groan and grasp your wrist as you hold my hips down. Within moments, I start to cum again, ...ushing over your cock, my toes curled. You don’t stop as I am shaking around you, and I don’t want you too.. my hand snakes up your tummy to run through the hair on your chest. You smile as I grunt and writhe. I can feel the grin on my face too. You know how to make my body respond like no other. You’re breathing through pursed lips, and I can tell. Killing him in creative ways was the only thought that was keeping me going.I grieved for Molly. She couldn’t write. So, we weren’t going to be exchanging any flowery love letters. None of my friends could read, or write either. So, it was pointless to try to hold on to my old life. I might as well be on the moon as far as she was concerned. I hoped she was alright. I feared she wasn’t.I am one very tough Mick. But I cried a lot in the deepest, darkest hours of the night. It was SO unfair. I. "Jealousy radiated from the girl. She loves her brother. Perhaps she would make an excellent wife. "Your brother shall have more than one wife. This Christy seems like a likely candidate, and I eagerly await meeting her. I hope we can be the fastest of friends, sharing in our love for your brother."Fatima stared in stunned amazement at the Djinn. "That's crazy. You can only have one wife." Why?" I ... I don't know," Fatima spluttered. "You just can't." What were you thinking about in the. . I’m going a little crazy because Bernie has our wedding setup for three days from now.”I congratulate her, “Liz, that’s great news, I’m impressed that Bernie did everything himself.”Liz confesses, “Well, he did hire a wedding planner but there’s a huge problem.”I reply, “It doesn’t sound like there’s any problem to me.”Liz blurts out, “Jens, I want you for my maid of honor.”Ben hears Liz’s request, walks closer and says, “Liz, that’s not a problem and we will both be at your wedding.”I look.