We kissed deeply, sealing the unspoken blood contract once and for all. Then she reached down to pull my pelvis forward. My cock slid in again, glidin... through all the pleasures of her womanhood, inch by inch. I could feel every little texture of it. It was too wonderful to explain.She squeezed her eyes tightly shut again. Her teeth gnashed together, and her lips curled back in what looked like rage. I was moving slowly in and out of her now and she could barely keep herself from throwing me. But the camaraderie of the miners was, above all, prevalent. Miners showed a high degree of solidarity, had similar lifestyles and evangelical religious styles. Every day they would turn out on the picket lines, without fail. Every day, their wife’s would ask whether there had been any further move towards ending the strike, and every day the men would report that there had not been.The militant National Union of Mineworker’s President saw that a resolution would never be the case. Winning was. Our kissing became even more passionate. Our hands explored each other, becoming familiar with each curve. Trailing with my tongue, I followed every curve. My teeth gently grazed the shell of her ear as my lips gently traced behind.She was now moaning softly as her hips were grinding against me. My hands slowly pulled her skirt up as I kissed my way down her neck. Grabbing the back of my head, she pulled me closer.I continued down to the base of her neck as I moved a leg between hers. She began. I'll try not to be too lonely knowing the love of my life is a few feet away but out of reach." Oh, John, you are sooooo brave," she teased. "Don't worry, I'll find a way to make it up to you." You don't have to make anything up to me."Don't argue. Just trust me," she said with a determined look.I wasn't allowed to have any alcohol while I was taking Percocet. On the advice of Doctor Hilliard, I was weaning myself off them, down to two per day and hopefully only one in a couple of days. I was.