The first time didn't last long. Such initial intensity, I believe, is never meant to. I spilled deep into you, spurt after thick spurt of warm essenc... fleeing, rocketing into your tight depths. Your fingers clenched around my back, hips raised, legs locked. Walls squeezing me. Your body saying mine.I remember being terrified, only for moments, hoping it wasn't over too fast.I cupped your face in my palms after, skin still hot, pulses racing. At first, I think I did that to make sure you were. She asked me to explain , so I told her that when she did the split, I could see her front, and my face was so close and it was so pretty and that this is what happens, when I see her in her leotard or the little panties she was now wearing. She pulled my penis out of my underwear, and rubbed it up and down, as I slowly pumped against her in a rhythm. She asked me if I wanted to see her softie, and I must have just gasped that I did. The next thing I knew, we were both naked and just. Mostly because when the only time she opened her mouth, was to bitch about something. Usually about something he did, or didn't do.He pulled the toilet seat up, and fished out his dick. He looked down at the erection he was sporting. Shit, this was going to be a problem. There was just no way he was going to be able to take a piss with 'morning wood'. Without putting his dick away he walked back to the door and thumbed the lock. The last time he had forgotten to do that, his wife had walked in.. That's pretty obvious. Even Shawna wasn't worried about that, and she was paranoid about everything he did. I think she expected him to whip out a car aerial and beat Marcus with it until he said he'd go." Does he really still have scars?" I didn't ask to see them," Hope said, "but Shawna says they're like a foot long, right across his back. Seven of them." That's awful. And Marcus is talking to him?" Elspeth shook her head in wonder."He's his dad. It's... I'd give anything to be able to talk.