Thanks.”The call ended abruptly, at which John was not surprised. What he half-expected was a follow up call giving an update on Peter’s condition... but when none came that day or the next he shrugged and let it go. He knew that recovery can be very slow and not always complete, and assumed Claire was wrapped up in visits to the hospital and then the process of helping him recover at home.Weeks later, on Tuesday of the third week of October to be precise, he received an email in the afternoon.Hi. His dick was so big, it hurt but I didn’t want him to stop. He fucked me for a long time; I knew my ass was going to be sore after today. Gramps told me he was close, so he had me roll over so I could look in his face as he came. This is when he noticed that I was hard again. He shot even more cum up my ass. He asked if I wanted to cum, I told him yes. He said great, told me to get up. When I did, I was instructed to not let any of that cum out of my ass, I gave it my best shot, but my. She wanted him and at the same time she didn’t want the sensations he was causing in her to stop. He was teasing her and she knew it. He was banking the fire he had kindled inside of her with his kisses. She tried to rise, to turn over, but it was no use. She had neither the strength nor the will to do it. After a time he shifted her gently onto her back and then took up a kneeling position between her legs. Her eyes shot open and a cry of surprise escaped her lips as he drew his finger from. " For me, the 'Oh, God -- I'm a slut!' period had started in high school and gone on for almost twenty-five years while I repressed everything and was therefore unable to move on and learn to live with myself -- but overnight, I'd finally moved on to 'Thank God I'm a slut!'The problem was Ollie. I owed Ollie more than I could ever repay from all that time when he was giving one hundred percent and I was giving back maybe thirty. So now I was probably going to have to make do with thirty percent.