So he didn’t respond immediately but looked around for a second before launching himself into the fray.“What’s your name and position?” he dem...nded, glaring back just as hard.Her eyes narrowed before she spat out, “I asked you a question?”“And when I know what I’m talking to I’ll answer it.” he spat back just as icily.Her eyes softened, an intelligence that had been masked before starting to show through. “My name is Melissa Horton and I’m currently the recruiting officer for the Confederacy. Mom, how could you?" And all sorts of other things that make no sense.Janice stands there reading the papers and I am sure that the crimson flames of Dylan's 'My Back Pages' are licking away at her pride. She thinks she can carry the title of wife and bitch at the same time, only to find it doesn't work that way. I throw some gas on her fire as I pass her up for her mother. When a woman symbolically has barbed wire for a pussy and cannonballs for ovaries, I don't think you can expect any. A few seconds later I had bottomed out inside her. I was balls deep in my girlfriend, and she just sat there for a few seconds to get used to the girth. Then, she picked herself up and fell back down. We both moaned. She did it again, this time putting my hands on her hips to help her lift up higher. Higher and higher, faster and faster, moaning louder and louder the whole time, until, finally, she came-her second orgasm of the day. Two thrusts later, I said, ‘Babe, I’m cumming,’ and shot. I lay you down on the blanket standing over you watching your beautiful body sparkle in the sun. I straddle over you so that I’m just above your hips careful not to set all the way on you and begin to rub your shoulders. Nice and easy down your arms back up to your neck and shoulders to the under part of your head while I run the tips of my fingers through your hair. Watching you lose yourself in the moment I make my way down to the center of your chest and start writing “I love you” with my.