Details didn't matter. What mattered was that she was in trouble, she needed help, and she'd come to him. All of Janelle's games, the flirting, the ma...ipulation, the dishonesty -- if any of it was ever a game at all -- all were forvigen in a heartbeat.It didn't matter how he got here, only where he went next.And Will was ready to go all the way."It's gonna be okay," he soothed. "I'm not gonna let him hurt you again."She pulled back, looking up into his eyes with tragic amusement; her hand. Some times I tied Jørgen up before they arrived and sometimes my visitors would tie him up. I would get real hot when they mocked and taunted him by making me tell them how much better they fucked me then he was able to. You can see where all of this is leading to can't you?It was during this chapter of our lives that irony decided to poke me in the eye again. One morning, while the kids were in school and Jørgen was at work, I was visited by my brother in-law Erik. After an initial pleasant. She rocked against me and she soaked me through till I too exploded in orgasm, from my cock and from the rest of me. We cried out together, our bodies shook, and then she collapsed on me and then we slowed.Nini nuzzled into my neck. Her mouth kissed it. Her braids tickled my face. Still weak, she said, "I'm really glad I came, handsome." I couldn't help but laugh at the double entendre. My cock was still inside her and started to soften. I love that feeling. She was still so wet, a. It's only Anelie. You know how she is." Oh, I know how she is. I know she's crazy about you. Follows you everywhere. Probably wants you to dump me and marry her, or something perverted like that." That ... that's not perverted."He was silent. Anger built in Shanna. She had been over this with him. About Ola being gay, about it being OK. Had he just been humoring her? Or had she been foolish to think a few words could overturn deeply held cultural norms? She crossed her arms over her chest."So.