I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back into position.After what feels like a lifetime of waiting for you and only you, I feel the head of your ...ock, press against the dripping lips of my pussy. You grasp my hips tightly and force your way into my, no your, tight hole. You groan and I shudder as you fill me up with your cock. We pause a moment to relish the sensation of oneness we've so long desired. Then, you start fucking me. Not softly or gently, you are not making love to me--that. "Emily?"She looked up, "We need to talk."I was too young then to know it is never good news when a woman says, 'We need to talk.' Are there any four words in the English language that will strike greater fear into a man's heart than those four? A guy says to me, 'We need to talk, ' I know I owe him money. But you never know what the hell is going to happen when a woman pulls that on you.In my naiveté I said, "Okay."She didn't take my hand as we walked. She led me out to the quad where we could. "In you go," the boy said.He pushed -- hard, and John fell and John fell onto the floor in the back. The boy climbed in after him and slid the door shut."No need to tie you up, Mr. Winston. That stuff Uncle Frank had me put in your latte will work even better than rope."The van driver door slammed, and Jon heard a motor start."You were always a man of strong habit, John," the man said. "We found that out when they let us read the results of the investigation into... into Barbara's... death.. Straight away she knew what this meant. On the upright of the chair was a note. She ignored it, walking straight past the chair and its contents, lugging the groceries to the kitchen. After settling in for a few moments. Kat returned to the chair sitting in the hallway and read the note. It was from Alex, her new partner, they had been together just over three months and recently he had been leaving her message.This one had instructions on what to do when she got home. Having had an average day.