Until she could take itno more.She awoke and looked at her clock. It was a bit earlier than she wantedit to be, but not by that much. She still felt...the emotions from herlast dream slightly lingering within her. Coffee. She must needcoffee. By the time she had slipped out of bed, and slipped into herrobe, even those few lingering emotions were gone. Fortunately.As she stood in front of her coffee maker and smelled the aroma of freshcoffee dripping down into the pot, she breathed in deeply. When it was over, she fell flat on top of him, both of them panting. His cock was still buried in her. He stroked her back and simply enjoyed the afterglow, not wanting to think about what he’d actually just done. “I love you,” he heard her say. “I love you too, Amara,” he told her. Neither of them believed it was anything more than the love of two people who had just shared something incredible. He didn’t believe she’d want to be his girlfriend, and she knew that too. But it was love, all the. I expect them to be followed. When you break my rules you are disrespecting me. I will not be disrespected in my own fucking house. Do you understand me?" Before I could answer she continued. Now her voice was even sterner. "How dare you. How fucking dare you bring that into my house when you know it's forbidden."She stepped back, put her hands back on her hips and said in a calm, steady voice, "Take off your clothes." "What?" I exclaimed."You heard me, young man. I want all of your clothes on. She lifted each one up appreciatively before letting it drop. Next, she dropped the plain white panties and kicked them to the corner of the room along with her sports bra. Her ass was her main asset, in her opinion. It was a slight larger than most her age, but didn’t have the downside of sag with it. Her pussy was clean shaven and small, the two small lips just protruding from between her thighs. She danced quickly over underneath one of the showerheads, and turned the knob with a squeak. A.