"And our time together was totally different. At least, if your feelings for me are half of what mine are for you." Your feelings," I started to say. ...hat was he saying? I replayed his sentence again in my head. "What are you saying?" Sochi, I'm trying to say I have strong feelings for you. Very strong. I have been miserable this past week. You wanted to end our relationship..." Just cool it off," I corrected him quickly."Cool it, end it, I didn't know what you were thinking. Then all week you. Not only weren't you angry with me, you patiently explained to me what you were looking for -- and that I had so cavalierly dismissed."You stood up to my father -- something new in my experience. You were no more impressed with his fury than you were with mine. More than once grown men have groveled in front of him; one of them wet himself. And it was nothing to you."Tom laughed. "I'm goal oriented -- if we're not moving towards our goal we need to refocus, get our heads on straight and buckle. Zai!" I want to scream and cry and shout all at once. I felt him thickening inside me, the big knot swelling, pleasure snapping up through my sinuses. His hand around me was hot, every muscle hurt and screamed in pleasure all at once. I shuddered as I came into Zai's skilled fingers, panting, curved over him, my fingers in his hair and horns. He thrust up from the bed, his loins hot against my own and I gasped as I felt his cock expand inside me as he came. White hot streams of his seed poured. She grasped the wiring and pulled everything up to her neck. Her round breasts were exposed to the cold night air and she could feel a chill strike her small nipples. She held the position for two seconds and then covered up. The homeless man's expression was overly animated and Lydia found it humorous. She made a slight giggle. "There's a lot I could do with them tits," the man stated. He didn't move from the bridge. "Can I cross now?" Lydia asked growing annoyed with the man's game. "Sure,".