By the third time he pressed the button, something inside his head became resigned to the fact that he really wasn’t going to fall back to sleep. He...rolled over one last time and looked at the alarm clock. The electronic display read 6:42. A sigh escaped from his lips as he flung back the bed covers. ‘Time to get up.’ he muttered to himself. **** From the opposite side of the street she watched. His behaviour was predictable in the extreme. Each day, the same routine. She could have finished. He pushed himself up and grabbed under my knees, pushing my legs together and over my head as he held my ankles with one hand while the other began to rub my clit hard and fast as he slowly humped me. My friends who had already had sex told me that you won't orgasm your first time. In fact, most of them said a guy has never made them orgasm. But here I was, arching my back and losing control as Brad's dick deep inside my pussy and his thumb furiously rubbing my clit made me scream, tears. She claimed that this had increased her own productivity but I had an uncomfortable certainty that at least at the beginning, steering me had been more time consuming than doing it all herself. I got better at it and I can never repay the trust, except with abiding admiring love.When mom died she was like a second mother to me. She even took two of her own leave days to fly down to California to support me at the funeral. I've never got on with my father so he and I were not going to help each. I walked in to find about 15 guys and 10 girls there at the party. They all stared at me as I entered like they were waiting for me to arrive. As if the nights entertainment had arrived. All looking at me and whispering amongst themselves. I head straight for the bar and down a drink before asking my bf, “So babe, what's going on here”? He tells me, “You will know when it happens”. So I was like “What do you mean? Can you at least give me a hint?” All he replied back to me was “You will know.