I thought it was going to be painful but this is just great. Fuck me daddy. Fuck me now!"I started by gently stroking into her. Since she had had some...bad experiences, I wanted to make this one as perfect as I could. I picked up a little speed."Put it in me deeper daddy! Deeper! Deeper! Oh damn that is so good. I don't ever want to stop."I was slamming into her pretty hard. She kept asking for more and pretty soon I had no more to give her. "You've got what I've got honey!" I panted into her. She squealed and then the couple savored the feeling of one another’s bodies in silence. When he felt that Shahida had relaxed from her climax he spread her knees apart to put his hips in the best position to hammer in his cock again. Then he started stroking, in and out. It was gentle and careful at first, and then his patience left him and his strokes became faster and more powerful. She felt herself responding to him again.His hand reached to her slit and he started to rub it.”Oh, Imran.. I do NOT understand why anyone thinks this is a good idea!”“Something I tell Al Barton all the time,” I said. “But it’s not just Residency. The problem starts in High School where the cutthroat competition starts. It continues in college and medical school. And it culminates in insane thirty-six-hour shifts and hundred-hour weeks. And even then, there’s competition for fellowships and Attending spots and teaching positions. People die because of that stupidity. And it’s not only accepted, it’s. He wrapped one arm around me, I liked feeling his muscular body on mine, “My love, I’m sorry about earlier. But at the same time, I’m not.”“You mean you liked it… Right?” I asked, affirming at the same time.“Yes… This is how I am. That’s why, usually, I’m alone,” he said while caressing down my hair, then my cheeks, my neck… His hand slid down my skin, tracing my collarbone, and it laid on, then cupped, my right breast. I gasped. All my skin tingling, especially down there. I could feel myself.