That’s what it was meant to do,’ she replied, grinning. ‘Let’s see how it goes if I do this.’ She leant forward as she had been before, thru...ting her pussy forward to press against him, exerting greater pressure on his balls. She noticed him wincing and trying to pull away, while his body tried to push forwards to move further into her soft lubricated cunt. ‘That hurts so good,’ he said. ‘Great,’ she smiled, ‘Let’s keep fucking until we both cum.’ She moved slowly and deliberately backwards and. Please, Elizabeth. Please. Let me explain. But you know the answer to that. It’s worse because I can’t simply walk out. I have to wash off and get dressed and then walk right past her. She’s crying the whole time. I can hear her all the way from the bathroom, and she’s still there when I come back out. Please Elizabeth. Don’t cry. Get angry. Please. I need to step half over her. We almost touch. There’s one more thing. I keep seeing it, seeing her folded against the door frame, down on the. Where was she? Who was she? What were the light tiny animals running over her sensitive white flesh, caressing her kneeling body as though they were human things except smaller and a thousand times more gentle... gentle as rain drops."Mmmmmnnnn!" she sighed, and her ass relaxed in a great feeling of warmth and peace as suddenly her whole ass felt open and wet as it had never felt before with the ever constant pressure pushing outwards again. Julie did not resist, and another long low mewl. "Another year went by and then one night at dinner Sandy hit me with, "It is time to shit or get off the pot Paul. I want babies, but I don't want to be the forty year old mother of a two year old and looking to go to the kid's high school graduation looking like a grandmother."I still didn't want to get married and I knew that it wouldn't be until I was in my thirties that I would be. I decided that it wasn't fair to Sandy to keep her hanging around especially now that she had told me how she.