Like he could not breathe, but who needed to breathe anyway? Aron grabbed his slender waist with his hands and pushed himself fully inside.Like a swor... in its sheath. Carter would have laughed at the comparison, if not for the stabbing pain in his backside. But he could live with it because it was everything he wanted.“I’m hurting you,” Aron caressed his ear with his lips.“I want you to hurt me,” he repeated like a mantra.Aron eased himself from Carter’s body, and Carter wanted to protest, but. "No problem," I said. "I'll tell Mr. Franklyn where you are when he comes in". "Don't bother," she said. "He's just stormed out again after I told him I can't make dinner when I feel like this". She went upstairs and I took a Coke from the fridge and went into the lounge. After about 20 minutes I need the loo and went up to the bathroom. When I came out I saw her bedroom door was slightly open and I couldn't resist the temptation of having a peek. She was on the bed still in her dressing gown. Little moans and whimpers escape my mouth, only to be dampened to a volume that only we can hear, allowing us to be discrete. My breathing is shallow and hitches every now and then. I want you inside me. I need you inside me. You have started a fire that cannot be sated by touch alone. Suddenly, your touch is gone, and I whimper, only to gasp and groan as you slide your member into me quickly. You stay still, allowing me to adjust and I am grateful that you love me enough to take everything. I can still be at the ball park in time for the game.It will mean I'll be getting home later than I would if I was going toCaro's, though." Don't worry about it. I don't think Caitlyn will notice or remark uponyour arrival time. Have a good time, dear. See you at supper." Janefinished her coffee and stood. She was starting to leave the room whenDarla intercepted her and hugged her close."You've done your best, Aunt Jane," she whispered in Darryl's voice."It is not your fault that you have.