He calls her Over to him. Her name is Sophie apparently. He lays her down on the sofa and climbs on top. Pushing his hard cock back into her pussy. He...lets out a loud moan saying how good she feels wrapped around him. He’s massaging her breasts kissing her deeply. I’m sat on the floor mesmerised. He’s telling her she’s the best he’s ever had and how he can’t wait to fuck her young hot body all over the house. With that he picks her up keeping her on his hips impaled on his cock. Her legs wrap. “Tensely. Is that a word? It doesn’t sound like a word. Did I just make that word up?”She narrowed her eyes at me. “How are you in AP English? Yes, tensely is a word.” She snapped her fingers at me. “Now stop trying to change the subject.”She was kind of pissing me off…I gave her a dark look. “There’s nothing to talk about. She hates me. I don’t intend to disabuse her of that notion. Problem solved.”“Look, I just want to know.” She told me defensively.I pushed my anger at her down. I loved her,. By the fire, his father had a clutch of old leather armchairs with his pipes in a rack on a table and a drinks cabinet conveniently hidden behind a fake bookcase. The square castle set on the hill above the port was full of reception rooms and sitting-rooms but since Vadya’s mother had died, these had slowly become cleaner and tidier. General-Lord van H’las retreated from the maid-servants and dusters as he had never done in the field of battle and settled himself in the room where he spent so. His hands gave her love, and built furniture. He was huge and strong and knew everything. ‘Anyone can saw a board in two, Kalli,’ he had told her,’ but you have to love the wood, put your heart in it, to make it smooth and silky, just like you.’ He would rub the chest of drawers, or the table, or the bed he was building, with his strong hands and guide her small hands to feel the surface, and then have her touch her own skin. ‘When you can make wood feel like your skin, when you can make it.