She felt him slide deeper into her a few times, then withdraw. She knew she remained constantly at a state of the very brink of release. Her nipples w...re hard. Her pussy was dripping. His cock was throbbing. "Oh God...." She moaned."Are you cumming?" he asked, an alarm in his voice."No......No.....but I want to so bad." Me too," he shouted. "Do you want to anyway. We could cum and then face the consequences. Right now my cock tells me I can't hold it." You must," she said. "I need to cum, but I. He loved her, right? And she loved him - nothing like that had *ever* happened before, so why should it happen again? It didn't. Instead, on that awful night two years ago, she had had a hard day and just wanted to sleep. He wanted something else.She thought that the betrayal was probably the worst thing. All through her life she felt that she had been let down by those closest to her. Even at school she was bullied because of her intelligence and success. She ended up feeling very much. ” She ran into the hall. He’d parked the car already, and he could probably have caught up with her. That would have looked too much like coercion, though. She’d left him a lot to think about.Around his classes, he thought about it. She knew her parents; people, in general, were such a mystery to him that he’d have been tempted to trust her judgment even on his own family. Say that her evaluation of her parents was correct. Then they would be risking her future against a year of his pleasure.. Sophie had read her friend’s letters with a mixture of disgust and incomprehension. Bella had thought two midgets and an Irish Wolfhound were an adequate substitute for Cole? Since her death, Bella’s former intimates and thrown over lovers – legion in number – had been writing to Cole. Ostensibly, they wrote to express their condolences or enquire after her daughter. Some wrote of Bella’s courage in embracing London’s most seedy elements. Others of her irresistible beauty and winning charm. Yet.