Maria stepped away from her panties on the floor, and moved to one end of the couch that Bianca had just been sitting on. Like so much of the furnitur... in Anthony’s parent’s house, it was a heavy, traditional piece. Made of brown leather, now slightly cracking in places from use, with brass studs around the edges. It had big, round, firm arms. Maria faced the couch, and looked to Bianca for what she expected her to do next. “Bend over the arm of the couch and place your forearms and hands. One morning at breakfast as I ate my oatmeal, he sat at the other side of our tiny kitchen table, reading a newspaper article to my mother who was working at the sink. He was mildly agitated about a report on small business regulation. He read until he came to a word in the article that made him stop."What is that word?" he asked irritably, squinting at the page. "Why do they have to use words this long in newspapers?" Ask Speedy," Mom said. So he handed me the paper and pointed at the word.. Then he stuck a third figure in. It was more than I could fit and it was painful. I tried to tell him to tell him it hurt but his lips pressured hard on my keeping me from speaking.He pulled his figures out and thrusted his cock in me. I panicked because he wasn’t wearing a condom. I squirmed but he keep his lips on mine thrusting harder than he has ever fucked me. Usually he was gentle but tonight he wasn’t holding any back. He grabbed my inner thighs picking me up and slamming down on him. I take it back, you’re not insane. You’re fucking nuts.’ Rebecca slammed her glass onto the table harder than she intended. ‘What the fuck kind of plan is that? What happened to ‘I’m going to swear off men for a year to get my life in order’?’ ‘I don’t know how to make you to understand.’ Sara’s eyes roamed around the room, looking for something, anything to look at that would allow her to avoid Rebecca’s gaze. They’d been best friends for five years after having known each other for only a few.