.Do you? Perhaps my mind was interpreting what my eyes were viewing wrongly, and what had in fact been her staring in anger of my hormonal outburst wa... being processed wrongly, to my young brain? I decided this was not the case. Her smooth legs, I noticed, were slowly moving away from each other. Ah, yes. I was definitely not mistaken. Taking her time, she ran her soft hands smoothly down her nightie-covered gorgeous, beautiful body. They ran over her perky breasts - which were of the size I'd. I felt so full of him. I wanted to stay like this forever. “See? You like this. You couldn’t have gone 5 days without this Ashleigh.” I laughed then breathily answered, “Yes I could have.” “Fine then” he said as he slid out of me. I figured I had won, and started for the door when I felt his dirty hands grab me and forcefully bend me over onto the counter once more. He kicked my legs apart and parted me as he jammed himself inside me this time. Roughly he thrusted his hips into my ass as his. “Sam, I’m sorry for reacting like I did. I’m really confused right now, and I took it out on you. I don’t want you to go.”He said nothing, his eyes searching my face trying to work out if I was telling the truth.“If you’re confused, I should go and let you sort yourself out.”Before I realised what I was doing, I leant forward and kissed him. For a second he froze and didn’t respond, but as I kept my lips crushed against his, he began to kiss me back. His arms went around my neck and I felt. He had connections of his own.Turning his attention to the issue at hand, he returned to his reading and saw that Weston was dating somebody named Scott Turcotte. The information about him indicated that he was a bit older than her and he was a martial arts master. Harrison snorted. Whatever. He hadn’t met one of those karate types yet that could dodge a bullet.Still, there must be something about what had happened if Mitchell had taken the time to come to him. He decided to go into the station.