Ah... ahhhh!" I cry as I thrust a final time deep into him and hold there, quite still for some time, my panting all I can hear as I grind my clit int... his arse. With my breath recovered I slowly reach a hand beneath him and feel his cock. He is rock hard and sticky with pre-cum and I realise he has been enjoying this, that it is perhaps time for me to bring him to orgasm too. Slowly I withdraw from his arse until the head slips free with a sticky pop. "Stay there! This isn't finished yet – I'd. “That’s why I said it about memories, not in-the-moment events.”I wanted to tell him about the time I was a scumbag and hit May. I wanted to tell him about the time I was raped. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It’s not a kind of ‘I opened my mouth but nothing came out’ thing. It was worse. I was too scared, too nervous to open my mouth in the first place. I was just sitting there, staring straight ahead, probably a nervous look on my face, trying feebly to work up the courage. Baal kat te hi usne mere ball dabana shuru kar diya.pehle to. Me ghabra gaya , phir usne razor se mejhe dhamkaya ,kaha ke jo me kehta ho wahi karo,parme bhi mood me tha kyoki jab uska lund mere hato par lag raha tha to mera lund bhi khada ho gaya tha ,mene usse kaha ke jo karna hai karo par darao nahi,yeh sunte hi usne aapne kapde nikal diye aur mejhe bhi pura nanga kar diya phir mujhse chipat gaya aur meri gand aur ball dabana shuru kar diya phir meri gand ke khadde me ek ungli dali , mujhe. I am right here.’ ‘Good night, baby,’ mumbled Lea as she possessively laid her arm on his waist. *** ‘Can you leave your clothes here?’ asked Lea, softly as she stood at the bedroom door, watching Ken pack his bag. ‘Why?’ asked a confused Ken. ‘I can atleast sleep in them,’ said Lea shyly as she walked in and sat at the far end of the bed. Ken leaned forward and ran his finger over her cheek. ‘Shall I stay for a few more days, sweetie?’ ‘No, you can’t, Ken. Mom will be all alone in Chicago,’.