I felt warmth covering it while going deeper and deeper. There seemed no end to the depth. Her hole was growing to accommodate me. I managed to stick ...hole of my prick in her. I remained like that for sometime.We looked into each other’s eyes. They were lustful. We were in the glowing triangle position. She pushed her hips towards me. We both moaned. She increased the speed, I pushed further into her to increase the intensity. Soon I could hear the sound of my balls hitting against her. ‘Laney?’ She turned to face him and tried to fake a smile, failing miserably. Giving up on the smile, she sniffed and looked down at her hands, her lower lip quivering. ‘Oh, sweetie,’ he dropped onto the bench next to her and pulled the mug from her hands, setting it on a nearby table. ‘What happened?’ ‘How long was I crashing on your couch after Katie died?’ Whatever he had been expecting her to say, that wasn’t it. He blinked trying to catch up to the question. ‘When Katie died?’ he asked.. You’d prefer me draped over you to some skinny, no-tits, bikini-girl, wouldn’t you?” In Carol’s mind, the car’s grill widened into a smile and it flashed one of its headlights as if winking at her. She slipped off her shoes and clambered onto the bonnet. She imagined a photographer directing her like he would the models. She posed for him and blew kisses at the camera. She lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. Her dress gaped. The make-believe photographer was mesmerised by. The game after this was to be a Monday night game and as Sara and I talked about it, she invited me over to watch it and have dinner. I accepted not knowing what I was getting into but hell at the very least it was a dinner and a Steeler game. I brought a bottle of wine and a cake I bought at the bakery by my place. When she opened the door, all I could do was stare and I’m sure my mouth was open. She was in a dress and she looked very pretty. ‘What, what’s wrong?’ ‘I’ve never seen you in.