I know that. No one can replace you." I know. I looked at her pictures online." He looked properly embarrassed and also realized Shay wouldn't simply ...orget. Shay now had a routine of classes, working at Scarpini's, dinner with Kent and visits to his home. Her weeks were busy as the holidays rolled around. With them both having a break from school they had time to browse the stores lining 5th avenue with their bright and fanciful decorations. Except that they could also shop in many of. Instead, he took her hard, contorting her limbs and slamming into her as if solely focused on his own pleasure while ignoring hers; a treatment that, of course, achieved the opposite effect, causing her to scream and howl as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her body.“I’m not hungover, but you did lay down a gauntlet. I just made you bend over to pick it up.”“And took terrible advantage of me when I did.”“I wouldn’t call it terrible.”“Mmmmm, neither would I. By the way, it’s still early and. The giant was also naked and was slapping Sam’s wife’s ass with his massive hands, clapping her ass violently. The pair were going at it in the living room, on the wrap-around leather couch, her screaming and wailing like Sam had never heard her... The first thought that ran through his mind was running upstairs for his gun, shooting them both.But he instantly thought to every prison TV show or movie he’d ever seen, thought of being in jail for life, terrorized and buttfucked. It wasn’t worth. Three lanes of freely flowing traffic can move you a fair distance & keep the stress level down, but as the morning wore on and the inescapable roadworks continued to narrow the road & reduce the speed he found the going tedious and the scenery boring. He decided there was nothing more frustrating than being caught in a snarl on a motorway and after inching your way forward for 20 minutes finding the way ahead was clear and never knowing what the holdup had been. In the end, it got to him so.