“Have you ever been unhappy?” the Head Trainer linked his fingers and continued to stare at Lucas.“Unhappy? I ... don’t think I understand the...question,” Lucas frowned slightly.“Unhappy, as in experiencing negative emotions, like loss, sadness, melancholy...” the old man trailed off, and Lucas felt as if the air in the room was gradually getting colder.“I am a psychologist. My education taught me these are nothing but trifle emotions. I might have experienced them fleetingly, but I’ve always. Ellen was shaken, except for last night she’d not had sex in seven years; she’d never had sex like this, not with Tom, not ever. She was a little sore, he’d worked her hard. She was tender and he was still in her, stroking slowly as he softened. She tightened, contracting her vagina, giving him a little squeeze.He looked up, she was smiling and he was so happy.They lay together, she on her tummy, he on his side, talking, love talk, expressing their feelings for one another. Tommy was idly. Her arms were held stiffly by her side, and her shoulders were tight with tension. “Go and get the bag for me.”Sarah took a deep breath and then walked stiff-legged over and picked up the bag. She carried it though it was dangerous; holding it gingerly out away from her as she brought it back to him. As Jason took it out of her hands, his aunt took a small step backwards as if trying to get away from it. She looked apprehensive and fearful about what was going to happen to her, but there was. I kissed him and ran my nails down his back and he moaned and started to thrust harder. He grabbed my breasts again and leaned down and flicked my nipple with his tongue. He kissed me again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and he started driving hard into me. He sat up and kneeled between my legs and grabbed my hips and he kept a steady pace, but was thrusting harder and he hit a spot that almost made me scream, and he hit it again and again. He lifted my legs into the air and put them.