"All right... yes," she answered, returning his infectious smile.Over the next three weeks, they had dinner together every night. They toured the loca... museum and attended a concert. Twice she had cooked for him and they had spent an evening talking, mostly Emily sharing her pain and Martin listening and consoling. Despite everything, Emily found herself beginning to have feelings for this mysterious man. Twice she had thought he would kiss her, but each time he had been the complete gentlemen. Get your fine ass in this truck.’ *** ‘Are you having a good birthday weekend so far?’ I was on my back about two inches from the door, with Shane rooted snugly inside me. His shirt hadn’t made it off, and mine had only made it as far as my forearms, where he wrapped it around several times, binding them together. ‘It would be better if you’d let me come.’ ‘Soon.’ He nestled into my neck, sucking the sweat-laden skin. ‘I want to make sure you’re okay first. You’ve sounded so sad this week.’. Sitting there, watching as my miserable father watched me, created The List. Before that moment I didn't really have a dark, vengeful side. After that moment I began collecting names. My father's colonel became the first name on my List, but he would not be alone for very long and he wouldn't stay there for long. Not for very long, indeed.Eventually the train doors shut and we began moving. I put my hand and my head on the window and daddy's arm rose to reach forth his hand in a forlorn wave as. In desperation, I grabbed him with my legs and began to hump my vulva onto him, and immediately as my actual clitoris touched him I began to orgasm again, and I gained some comfort from this. He didn’t appear to mind this, and I’d like to think he even understood it. As I was now orgasming continuously again and somewhat comforted, I reasoned with myself and forced myself to realize that the incredible feeling of being so completely filled and used by him would have ended either way, either.