”. Michelle lay her head back and bit her bottom lip, breathing deeply.Cris pressed his hips forward, pushing against Michelle, but his cock was too...large. He pushed harder, pulling against her hips, but still couldn’t enter her. The pressure began to push her farther up the bed, even as he tried to hold her hips.“Uuunnnggg” Michelle moaned with the pressure each time Cris tried to enter her. After several attempts, the end of the condom had been stretched tightly against him. He eased it off. ’ ‘We need to talk.’ ‘Shoot.’ ‘What on earth does that mean?’ Peyton put down the lurid magazine, ‘Males Bare It All’. Carefully she tucked it away from her mother’s searching eyes. ‘What kind of magazine is that?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘I’ve not heard of a magazine of that name.’ ‘It’s an economic review of revisionists’ policies of the past decade.’ ‘God I wish I’d gone to university and then would know what you talk about. But that’s diverting. You’d fare much better reading true romance magazines.’. "So...do you hate me now?" Why would I hate you?" I said sitting down at the table, "You're myson. I could never hate you."Jared started tearing up, "Even after I interrupted your business." You've done that before and it was no big deal," I said putting my handon his."But I wasn't...pleasing myself." That was a little different, but there's nothing wrong. Cheer up, I'mnot mad at you and neither is Arnie."Jared sniffed and looked at me dead in the eye, "I have something elseto confess.. "Ms. Richwell sounds so formal."She shrugged. "Linnea. You've got your room key, right?"I did, happily. "Will you come up with me?" I asked, very much wanting her to, as I climbed out of the car."No, I should be getting home," Jenny replied, but she got out too and locked the doors.The lobby was locked for the evening, and I dropped the keycard trying to run it through the reader. Jenny fetched it and opened the door for me. The night clerk looked at us closely, but went back to his reading.