Later that night after a few drinks at the local pub we got talking about our favourite subject, sex. Sally and me had known each other since Secondar... school, we knew about each others boy friends and had been out with each others. We had even had a bit of a fling together in the early years. She was a very good lover who always knew how to get me the best orgasms. She confided in me that she still fancied me and that she would like nothing better than to like my nipples and then love bud. " Was all she had said then. Harold had no idea what that meant. Now he sat on the couch in the living room, watching her lay out several blankets, one on top of the other, until she had a four or five inch pile in the center of the room. He still wondered what exactly was going on."Relax honey, take your tie off, here let me help you with you jacket, I want you comfortable." Her voice was almost mocking as she walked to him. Loosening his tie, taking it off, and then slipping his jacket. ." He paused. "He likes what I believe they term 'grudge fucking'." I was puzzled. "What's that?" I said. "Rough sex." Mr. Newark said. "Very rough sex." I didn't know what to make of that, really. I took the man, Donald's, number, and sat pondering this 'grudge fucking'. I turned to my laptop and googled it. There wasn't much information on this phenomenon, but there were a few porn clips. I downloaded them and watched.The first one was just a few minutes long and involved a young girl, who. .. But he was so angry,” I sobbed.“Daddy still doesn’t really understand all of our ways. He isn’t angry, he’s just worried about you. I’ll talk to him.”Things were a little tense the rest of the day, and judging from the sounds coming from their room there wasn’t much talking going on, but the next day Daddy agreed to let me go to Haiti.We timed my trip to coincide with the new moon. I packed light, making sure my mother’s journal was in my carry-on so that I could read it during my.
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