As I pushed through the wet, warm resistance she would stiffen and strain against the intrusion. I pushed her thighs further apart and sank in to whe...e I pushed hard against her cervix and I could feel every ripple as I stretched her open with my incessant thrusting. Eventually she had grabbed my ass pulling me into her as I rocked. I could feel my balls getting wetter from her juices and I lifted up and looked down at our union. All it took was seeing her labia stretching paper thin as I. Mussolini with his theatrical posturing was not amusing to Hitler because his entire strategy was to “act first” and talk about it later after the objective had been taken. El Duce was the sort of political figurehead that liked to discuss and study options leaving a decision until the last minute. The lack of cohesive military planning for any operation undertaken by the Italian military often led to disaster causing the Fuhrer to go into fits of rage harmful to his health and mental state of. “Shit!”Tim panicked. Was her suitcase still here? He bolted upstairs.Her large suitcase sat on the floor of the master bedroom; the bed littered with her clothing. Her overnight bag was gone. Tim sighed in relief. She wasn’t gone for good. She would’ve taken more. But he didn’t know how long until she'd return.Tim began to clean up. If she came home, when she came home, whenever that was, Tim wanted her to know he’d prepared for her return. He simply had to make amends. Cleaning up after her. She sat up and grabbed her pj’s to mop up her cunt which was full of my cum and she had obviously released a lot of fluid as well – there was a large wet stain on the carpet which she said we’d have to clean tomorrow. She didn’t ask but just led me to her bed and we climbed in and both dropped off to sleep immediately. During the night I nestled in close behind her and just as the morning light started to flood through the curtains so too did my erection return. I didn’t ask her but just.