In a minute his hand was back to normal. He flexed it and wondered if what she had just done really occurred. What she broke felt better than ever."I ...hould have just arm wrestled but I wanted to demonstrate that my strength is immeasurable. Besides, darling, you wanted proof that I wasn't shitting you." That was the worst pain I ever had," he examined each finger."Lets go make love," she took his arm in both hers pressing her breast into his arm.It was obvious that Junior was her favorite. As the now useless chunk of black plastic had bumped and sloshed against the glass door, she had gotten a sneaking suspicion that today was going to be 'one of those days'. Emma was an estate agent and part of her job was to call on home owners and complete a survey of their property. This included making notes of room sizes, conjuring up impressive sounding property jargon for the adverts and taking artistic photos which always made rooms look larger than they actually were. "Think, Emma;. “Didn’t you say Milton Park was originally build by the Hordern Family?”The clouds that had been building up ever since we left Sydney had now decided it was time to release their contents, and as we headed up the driveway to the main building, it started to rain. To be more accurate, it was sleeting, big, fat heavy drops of almost snow; it was not quite cold enough for the precipitation to remain as pure snow. The wipers on Alexa’s car dealt with the precipitation, and we pulled into the. “Put it back in, darling. I feel so empty without you there.” He gently pushed himself inside one more time. Emily’s hips rose to meet him. “Better?” Evan asked. “Yes, but,” she said, pausing a moment. “I want you inside me, but I love feeling you move.” “Perhaps a little quicker, then?” Evan asked. “Let’s try that,” she agreed. Evan began to move himself in and out in a rhythmical pattern. Each time, Emily rose up to meet his thrust. He could hear her breathing as the sensations welled up.