Late the next day ‘Pretty Boy’ collected the car. Obviously, in a hurry, he gave the repairs a cursory glance before driving off without a word. F...bruary crawled into March and Peter spent every available minute with Jennifer. They were inseparable. Some weekends they were back with her parents where the men planned the reception only to have their plans repeatedly overturned by new demands from the women. While sitting in Peter’s apartment one evening, watching the ferries glide past, he. Thick the whole way down. I started to whimper. He spread my ass cheeks further apart. He rubbed the head of his cock against my asshole hard, then in an agonizingly slow movement, he shifted the head of his cock in and out. As if enjoying waiting to feel that pop as the head slipped past my ring. He pulled all the way out. Delaying. Waiting for my asshole to be as tight and sore as possible. I realised he was torturing me. He pushed in again, teasing me with the head. I was whimpering. Just one more minute.”Then, she purred in my ear, “Today’s a safe day and you know what that means!”Of course I knew, I kept her calendar as faithfully as she did. There would be no condom for me, no contraceptive foam for her. But, going bareback would mean an even quicker trip for me, exactly what I didn’t need.She glanced at the clock. “OK.”She had told me she wanted missionary. So, I was on my knees again, this time between her legs – my hands close-beside her shoulders – gazing down into. And now with her father, she watched over the course of a few months as he seemed to shrink and die; every moment a frame to be compared against the last. Tracy shut her eyes.As the limousine pulled up to the house for the reception, Tracy's mother turned to her and said "We lost Paradise trying to find out about life; and all we got in return was death." She stepped out of the car and very deliberately walked into the house. Tracy's mom never left that house again.Through the ordeal, Tom was.