Mom was still up and asked me all about my date. I told her that we wentto the movies, went for something to eat, went for a drive and camehome. No li...s, just the truth through omission. SUNDAY.Because we were going for Brunch mom and I had a roll and juice forbreakfast, in our "jammies". At ten o'clock we started getting dressed for brunch. Ralph was realearly, even before we started getting dressed. I invited him to my roomwhile I got ready; mom put a stop to that by reminding me that. He'd dug it out to get a little reminder of home."Yeah," Finney replied. It was the easy answer.The reality was a little more complex.He liked her. She was sweet. She had a hot body. But...She was his first and only girlfriend. They'd been high school sweethearts. They'd been together nearly four years now. He hadn't planned for it to last that long. It was school. Practise. Now she was starting to talk the serious stuff--marriage, kids, mortgages, that kind of stuff. Stuff that scared the shit. Follow me,” and she descends into the living area of her loft and I follow down the stairs, watching as the kimono moves sinuously over her body. Arriving at her couch, deep red leather and overstuffed, she turns to me. “You will bend over the back of this couch.” I do think of asking why but an inner voice tells me to accept my fate, and so I bend over as instructed. “That’s it, trust and obey me and you will know pleasure like never before.” My hostess has moved behind me and is. “I’m your dirty slut,” I said enjoying the fucking he was giving me. “You’ve been so bad, Santa is going to put coal in your stocking,” he added. “As long as I have your cock in my cunt, I don’t care!” He let out a small laugh before thrusting me harder. It was starting to hurt, but damn it was a good hurt. He began slapping my ass as he fucked me with more intensity. It was all that I could handle, but I wasn’t going to scream for mercy. Instead, I begged him for more. He slapped my ass with.