”She leaned in closer to her friend. “You have more, don’t you?” Julianne’s best friend since high school asked, nearly panting in the heat....“I’m serious, girl! That’s hotter than that fifty shades of shit!”“Really? Do you like it so far?” Julianne was treading water in a typhoon and desperate for a lifeline. Her best friend was, if anything, truthful and honest about her opinions. It was the one attribute on which Julianne felt the two women could build their friendship. Misty would tell. And, please notice, I stress the word, possible. All the things that you — and Nita — have done for me are not to be believed."Then her eyes widened as she tried desperately to communicate the importance of what she was about to say. "Kelly, remember when I said your mother was selfish because she would not let people demonstrate how much they loved her? Please, my darling, tell me what David and I can possibly do for you to demonstrate our gratitude. Will you? Please?"Kelly cocked her head and. Circles. Squares. Focusing on the relaxation of his muscles and the perfection of his breathing, he felt himself drop into the hidden place within him, the place where the human and animal sides of his nature warred with each other and where all of the countless compartments of his mind resided.He had not dealt with his cousin’s death. He had not allowed himself to feel the totality of the loss. To grieve was to acknowledge it. It made it real to him. He didn’t want it to be real – but it was. Richard stopped his exercise as this happened, a strange expression on his face. “ Hey Coach,” He said, “Do you like it rough?” Such a dirty question asked so innocently! I blinked, looking down the barrel of his fuck-sausage, that long long distance, and cocked my head, unable to stop the word as it left my mouth.’ “ Yes.” Richard grinned and seized his big dick by the base, pulling it away from my cheek then abruptly giving me a harsh slap with it, my cheek stinging from the savagery of the.