"Good morning, sweetheart."She slowly blinked."How are you feeling?" he asked warily."I've never been in love before," she answered. "I've never cared...for someone more than I cared for myself. I don't know how to act." When she lifted her face, she looked like she was about to cry."Elaina, you're still you. Nothing's changed." He rose to a sitting position, deliberately aping her pose."No, that's not true. Everything's changed. I've changed." She huddled into herself with her arms wrapped tight. It was a very arousing sight. “Now fuck Penny’s arsehole!” Bridget commanded. Bridget had been massaging Penny’s cunt the whole time and she was dripping down the insides of her lovely thighs. Penny’s gape was still open and waiting for Mr Johnson to plunge into her arse. She felt the head of his cock push through her sphincter stretching it open as his cock went through into her rectum. Mr Johnson nodded to Bridget saying he could feel the progress and her arse was definitely more compliant.. But some are.My job requires that I live away from my home and family. I never worried about my wife when we were apart. We thoroughly enjoyed our catch-up time in bed whenever I could manage a weekend at the house.When my son asked if one of his buddies could stay with him, until the disruption caused by his parents' divorce settled down, I saw no problem. I even talked with Tony briefly several times when he answered our phone. He seemed like a nice kid.I met Tony, or "Pony" as his friends. I was learning it alone, while only partially trained.Damn Melissa for dying on me. Still, she had died protecting us from a power storm, that had been sent by... something... or someone, at any rate. I thought I had inherited an enemy from her. It was very disconcerting that I didn't know even so much as the enemy's name.The next morning I was ready to head out to work. I put up a protective spell on myself, as I usually did. My protective spells had kept me alive through several attacks, as.