" Alex moaned, reaching down for his leg, trying not to move anything, trying to assess the damage. 'What has that witch done to me?' his mind was whi...ling.Alex steadied his breathing, still holding his leg. Strange, but it didn't hurt at all, except where it bumped the floor when he fell off the bed. Slowly, he tried to flex his leg ... first a little bit forward, and then back...and back...and back..."Oh fuck..." he muttered, "fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." There was no limit as to how far back. But the feeling was just as nice, believe me. That feeling of him inside me, moving slowly at first and then faster and harder is a wonderful feeling. He was excited and I felt the warmth of his semen shooting in me more quickly than I would have liked, but it felt good none the less. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him tightly to me and held him in place until I was ale to squeeze a few smaller contractions. He was fumbling for words. He didn't know what to say. It seemed to me that he. Chapter Four“Hello Caroline, its Emma. How are you? I wondered if you’d like to join me for lunch. I’ve just had a rather good bit of news and I’m dying to share it with someone. Shall we go to The Lime Tree in Castle Street? Yes that would be perfect; it’s one of my favourites. I’ll see you there at 12:30, of course hun it’s on me, or the firm anyway, not expensed anything in an age, I’m sure Marcus will sign it off as it’s you”. Emma arrived punctually a little before 12:30, the Indian summer. I never had such a hard time adjusting to the change of seasons. I guess a summer of sex would do that do you. I blew on my cold hands as I shuffled to my car. As soon as it turned over, I turned on the heat. I was still sad and even more horny. I needed a good fuck to chase the blues away for a few hours. So, off to my boyfriend’s house I go. I arrived at his house after the 10 minute drive. Luckily, his car was the only one in the driveway as his parents were out again. I rang the doorbell.