I felt tears run down my cheeks and hoped she would know that they were tears of joy and wouldn't break that kiss.She didn't. Quite to the contrary. A...ter a while, when tenderness was turning into passion, she put one hand on the back of my head, buried it in my hair, holding me tight, the other reached between my legs, parting my lips, teasing me, a finger sliding in, gently pulling me after her as she stepped back, all the way to the bedroom, her finger taking possession of my pussy, letting. The tears came again and she sat at the table with her head in her hands and just let them flow. After a while she got up and headed for the bedroom. She undressed, used the bathroom, and crawled under the covers. Alone in her bed for the first time in almost a month, she cried herself to sleep.Steve unlocked the front door of his apartment for the first time in two weeks. He flicked on the lights and shuffled to his bedroom. The place was quiet. All the windows were closed, the central air. I feel like a whore instead. And I am no whore.He thrusted harder, stabbing into me and slamming against my cervix, jarring me deeper inside, shoving my whole body forward so violently I had to hold on to the duvet till my fingers turned white."Tell me you like it up the arse." I love you fucking my arse." I said breathlessly, I drew in more air and began to turn out the words that made him cum. I had to make him cum. I needed him to cum."I love you stabbing my dirtbox, I want to clean your. "Thank you very much."With renewed energy, she bounced off the bed. The nap had been a great idea. Now she felt like she could go all night."Well as I'm sure Cinderella once said," she laughed. "It's off to the Ball I go."Taylor closed her eyes as she stepped into the shower and warm water splashed against her skin. It felt great after her nap. She was as excited as could be about her little adventure. There was such a forbidden nature about it all.Running her hands down her soapy body, down.