His cock eased into me and fitted like a glove. The walls of my womb clenched his hard cock try in vain to keep that steel feeling rod there. I still ...retended to be asleep which was becoming more and more difficult s his thrusts started to build up tempo. He positioned himself again and removing the bed covers completely now exposing my arse he was now on his knees behind me with me still in the same position. I felt like he was in control. I could hear him saying all these dirty words and. Then she stiffened and I knew her mind was made up. The half smile returned."All right," she said, somewhat reluctantly, "but this is your real home and you must come and go as you please. Don't stay away. You will come here to see the children, won't you? Often?"Then as if as an afterthought under her breath though I heard it, "And I'd like to see you as well." There are two favours to ask," I ventured."Fire away." Could you stay this weekend while I sort out the flat? It's not been lived in. I have left work early and booked the 5pm coach to Manchester a from London which I was supposed to arrive there at 10 the latest. For my surprise the coach was packed with weird looking people and couples whom I was finding difficult to find a seat and however in the middle there was one seat left by this beautiful Muslim girl who was wearing a veil which I sat down even feeling a little nervous. I do find dark girls very attractive and super hot but for some reason I never get lucky with. .." Liz stopped. The girl was taller and more developed than the average Scout. The outfit wasn't Girl Scout Mother either. Black leather body suits and high heeled, calf-length boots weren't the typical soccer-mom look."Hi, ma'am, I was looking for Elizabeth McBride?" The woman smiled brightly, like she was about to ask how Liz felt about school funding or saving owls three states over."Sorry, don't want any..." Liz pushed the door to close it. Some of her friends had mentioned lingerie.