As he watched her long slim fingers running up her slit, the tortured sound of her weeping caused his heart to turn over. She was so lonely and so wan...ing.Almost without conscious volition, he entered the library. It was significant that in spite of his giant size, Mary seemed to be unaware of his presence as he came towards her. Hearing her tortured sobs was tearing him up inside. This woman, more than anyone else, had saved his life. He would do anything for her, including sacrificing his own. Again, she beckoned to me, as if I were a beast; dumb and slow of wit. And,as if I were, in fact, some beast, I came to her, wrapping myself in her aura. We fell to the bed, embraced in a passion filled kiss. Our hands found eachother's, clutching each other as if in a death grip. Then, I pulled back fromour kiss to stare into her green eyes. My cock found entrance to her sex and her long legs wrapped around me. Forlong and long we did not move; instead, we stared into each other, my cockhard. We also found a pool at the end of the deck. We had taken the Eurotunnel from Calais, spent the night in a crappy hotel, too tired to fuck, and then woke up quite early to drive down to Marseille, to find our reasonably secluded villa, only a five minute drive from the beach. Now until we had arrived Emma had been torturing me. She’d been rubbing my dick for most of the journey, and even gave some pretty decent head in the less public parts of the drive, which coupled with a long drive tires. .as he walks off all smug having just busting his nuts, making her cum wanting HIM not you? You don't want to stop that? Not sure I could really handle it. And not sure I want to get so numb seeing that and it doesn't really drive me crazy any more!"Kevin didn't smile. Didn't joke or sarcastically reply. He looked me straight in the eye and said..."I never get numb. I never stop going crazy. Almost every time it happens I want to kill the son of a bitch! Almost every time I actually come up.