I felt him pushing on my back toget up, but I was quite sweaty so he slipped rightback down. I was moaning and pulling his ass. “Stop Dammit!! W...at the fuck. Get off MEEEEEE!” Iheard the “EEEE” get loud and knew the dog had hitthe mark. I could feel the dog humping him, makinghis cock fuck me. It felt fucking good and I had toconcentrate to not just let go and enjoy it. “Dammit,make him STOP! Oh fuck!! Oh Hell! FUCK! Oh shit! Ohdamn what a cock!” I heard all. “Honestly? Yeah. Sorry babe.”“It’s okay. I can’t be the best at everything.”“But you are the best!” I say and kiss his cheek. Then whisper, “especially when you fuck me like you did tonight.” I kiss his cheek again and lean back into my spot.“You’re not helping me control myself, missy!” He says as he rubs his cock through his boxers.“Sorry sorry! Ready for the rest?” I ask and he nods. “so after he fingers me and I’m dripping wet, he asks to put just the tip in. I let him. He fucks me slowly. ”“But you were supposed to save that for the man you fall in love with and marry,” I said. That was the mantra our parents mumbled more or less regularly.“Bobby, I do love you,” she said, patiently. She didn’t have to say anything about the marriage part. That part was obvious.Some part of me knew that we loved each other, especially lately, but our history had been rocky for a lot longer than we’d been getting along. Her easy, casual expression of what she now felt kind of took me by. The woman was pampered. Fascinated by her waxing pregnancy, teens of both genders kept the house clean - without a single comment on the sleeping arrangements. She had several volunteers to accompany her to her Lamaze classes, but she responded that her allocated slots were already filled.Explicit permission was required if you were to touch someone. “Can I squeeze by?” “There’s no room on the sofa, so can I sit on y’all’s lap?” Blanket permission was okay, as long as it was specific, “Tom, you.