She watched him and shook her head pleading with him. He kissed her neck and laughed as he thrust his cock into her soaking wet pussy. “Ah I told ...ou you wanted this” he said. She kept telling herself “He’s wrong. I don’t want this. I don’t want this. I…don’t….want…this…” she started to moan and thrust with him. “Mmm you like that cock don’t ya?” he panted as he started to fuck her harder. “O fuck yea” she cried. She bucked against him as best she could, her moans turning into screams. He. I caught the ball mid air, and put it down on my bed. I walked to the door, and checked myself out in the mirror - my blue eyes glistening, my short, spiked, brown hair wet, as I had just recently got out of a shower, my six pack on show, as I was only wearing a pair of jeans. I opened the door to find a girl standing on the other side, only a few inches shorter then me - I'd say she was around 5'6, me being 5'9. "Hey, are you Dylan?" the girl asked, smiling at me, her bright green eyes. During the next couple of years we continued to grow closer to each other. We would ride bikes together and hike the park trails together. Once we were into the woods out of sight we would hold hands as we walked. We were almost inseparable and did a lot of other stuff together. We would watch TV sitting next to each other on the couch. Each time we would do this she would sit closer and closer to me eventually leaning her head on my shoulder so naturally I would put my arm around her. I. But she knew that it would be dangerous for her to wish for more involvement with him. She loved John dearly and was grateful for the way that their own sex life had been revitalised after the two experiences with Martin. John confirmed to Deborah that he had heard very little from Martin, just one or two calls, including cancelling their weekly golf game on the following Saturday morning. ‘It would be a shame if I have lost a friend over this,’ said John to Deborah one evening. It was a.