He keeps her orgasm going as he thrusts himself deeper into her, and then stops, and tells her, “Damn, you’re too tight, I have to stop.” Her re...ly is, “That’s what happens when you make me cum so much and so hard.” They laugh and take a minute to breath, before he starts kissing her deeply again, lying across her on the bed. Pushing her back and thrusting himself into her again. She is truly enjoying the feel of him inside her, and how he moves her and makes it feel even better. He continues. ‘Damn, if that doesn’t make her tits pop out,’ he thought to himself, but instead he told her, ‘You look gorgeous tonight.’ From that point on, the wine flowed freely, as did the conversation. A joke or two here, a sly double entendre there. He noticed they both were leaning closer toward each other as they flirted with verbal foreplay that was more powerful than tearing off clothes and clawing at each other like wild beasts. At one point, Molly slipped her foot along the side of his calf and. He seemed to have only one mission and that was to force a “meeting engagement” as soon as possible and not allow them to escape for another day. I knew this was his overwhelming weakness and it stretched all the way back to his Civil War days when he threw all caution to the wind and exposed his men to the violence of superior odds. His unorthodox style of tactics managed to win him some beneficial praise from his superior officers who looked good because of his uncommon good luck.The back. " You don't have the right to say it to me." Okay," I said, capitulating. "I don't want to fight. In fact, I feel incredibly lucky right now, because you're not out buying a gun to shoot me with." What good would that do?" she asked. "My daughter would hate me, and I'd go to prison. That's not my idea of a good time." Still, I appreciate you cutting me so much slack." Not so fast, Bubba. I'm not cutting you even one ounce of slack." I don't understand any of this," I said, letting my confusion.