The feeling of this union was forever fresh, and they both gasped softly at the sensation of his cock being swallowed by her pussy, the water creating...a splendid vacuum, until her smooth behind was pressed to his hips. He wasn’t certain if the groan had escaped his lips, or hers. His throat was parched despite the gentle sting of the champagne, and he swallowed hard, relishing the feeling of her atop him, motionless, before he lifted her gently until their bodies nearly slipped apart, then. "You better start being nice to me, Sammy. I can be a real thorn in your backside if you're not." What are you talking about? I'm nice to you," I countered. "I invited you to stay with me while you're here, didn't I? And, I offered to be your sounding board before you hop in bed with the next guy that asks you." You're a good friend, Sammy. It's the way you order me around like I'm a child that I object to." What did you mean about being a thorn in my side?"Her laugh was sinister. "Twenty years. Each thrust harder, more violent, tormenting her, drivingher hard into the carpet, forcing her to cry out. He wanted her to cry, toyell, to react to him. He pulled the plug out and she groaned. He watched her,pressed against the carpet, her body heaving up and down as again she foughtfor control. Her pussy spread wide and dripping wet. She was so ready for him. He took another swallow of beer. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back setting her hard on his dick, plunginghimself deeply into her. Were both silently looking at our painting magazines. And then he asks me. Does it hurt yet? Huh? How would he know If I was hurting I thought. Your thing? Does it hurt yet? Eddie also referred to it as, thing. Well it kinda hurts I said, but it doesn't. I don't know! It's just weird I guess. Well when mine begins to hurt that's when I tell my mom. Your mom? Why? Eddie turns another page in his porno mag. Because she gives me her feel good lotion to rub on it with and make it feel better. Rub.