The moans coming from my mouth are those of ecstasy, and in my mind's eye, I can see his face, only inches above mine, as he thrusts into me, the tip ...f his glorious member requesting entrance into my womb. I can feel his body between my legs, and our mounds crashing together, with each inward thrust, the painful pleasure driving me toward a release that I know will come soon. My hand goes back to my clit, without any cerebral effort on my part, for I am beyond that. I finger it, at the. " he said, as he turned to his side, he turned on a TV that had mario kart already playing. He continued his game, ignoring me. I stood there motionless for a little while. "Because I thought maybe I did something wrong last time. Like I didn't do something right? And that maybe you hate me?" I asked."No, I haven't even really thought about it. I think a girl will really like it, you just need practice so you aren't so nervous." he said.We talked about how nervous I was, and I told him that. But, that should make you happy. You will be able to marry Roger," I said. "But-but-but Mikey, I don't want a divorce. We, Roger and me, were just playing. You know like when we were kids. We aren't in love, Mikey. I only love you. Please Mikey . . ." "Now Leslie, when we started this little talk a while ago you were saying how Roger 'did it for you.' How you needed, what was it, oh yeah, 'more than I could give,' I think you said. Well, now I've solved the problem for you, for both of you,". As he approached the cabin, the northern lights were gently twinkling.He looked around at the trees with their fairy dust dressing of snow and marveled at how she had managed to find the perfect place. As he trudged down the snow-covered path, he could smell the logs burning on the fire and see the occasional sparkly star in the clear sky. She met him at the door. He took in the sight of her long, loose, blonde hair shaping her classic gorgeous, Swedish face; her wonderful smile with those oh.