.”Jason Billings was looking at his fiancée, Jane Jones, and her father with a look of total disbelieve. Jane had asked him to come over to her par...nt’s house for a ‘small talk’.“I can’t even believe this shit!” Jason exclaimed with a bitter and angry look on his face, holding up several sheets of paper that he was waving in his hand.“You wait until two weeks before the wedding and then you try to lay this on me?” he stated, the question being strictly rhetorical.“Listen son,” Roger Jones. Tell her how great it feels, and how much you love it.Before you let her do this to you, allow me a few personal preference related suggestions. Wash yourself well, and make sure you don’t need to “drop the kids off at the pool” anytime soon. This is a messy and unpleasant discovery for any woman (okay, most women). Furthermore, buy yourself an anal douche, if you want one a bit more cheaply (anytime it is marketed as a sex product the price shoots up a thousand fold), you can go to your local. “Yeah… you’re right,” I said. “I shouldn’t do that.” I stood up, bringing us both to our feet, and turned her to face me. “We should be looking into each other’s eyes the first time I’m inside you,” I said, taking her by the shoulders. Her eyes went wide as I brought my lips down on hers, tasting her. She kissed me back eagerly. I lowered her to the couch, kneeling between her thighs, my lips never leaving hers. She held my arms tightly as I brought my cock to the opening of her pussy. I. ‘Those people, they’re dead. They’re dead, aren’t they?’ Aidan turned and drew her into his arms. ‘Yes.’ His answer was simple, straight forward and one of the hardest he’d ever had to give. ‘If we’d gone back, we would be dead too.’ She closed her eyes. ‘I know.’ She moved closer to him, letting her palm rest against his chest. ‘I know. Aidan, you can’t blame yourself.’ ‘I can’t?’ He moved away from her hand, away from the love that was so apparent in her eyes. ‘You’re wrong if you think that..