” My God. I am impaled. And I feel as if I am floating. My master. My lover. My He-man. How wonderful it feels with you inside me. Now fuck me maste.... Don’t be gentle at all. Show me what love is and split me wide open. I am your eternal slave.” That was enough for me. With slow but long thrusts I fucked her, hearing her mouth so much of love for me, getting her hot and moist kisses on my face and chest. After over five minutes, my load was ready to spill. “Jeena. I am ready to come. Shall I. He'd know that I was already wet. He'd know that my pussy wasn't listening to my mind. His finger traced a line along my pussy lips. He stroked there, not attempting entry, just teasing my entrance. Then I felt his fingers open my lips with his finger of both hands. My body seemed to open to him like a flower. The dampness that was in me started rolling down my thighs. Suddenly the room was permeated with my smell. My mind was fighting this intrusion, but my body betrayed me. It was welcoming,. That's, like, my biggest nightmare.Waking up every day next to the same chick, getting bogged down withkids and bills and shit, never experiencing life. And now these fuckingrings are making me want that. I'm barely even me anymore."Well, that confirmed my suspicions. I became his personal sexencyclopedia, and in return he was forced to grow some balls and committo something. No surprise that actually feeling responsible put him in aterrible mood. Asshole had never cared for anyone else in his. "Don't push your luck, Buster!"Angela refused to go home with Justin. They had a 'serious' talk on the way back to her house."It's not that I don't trust you, Justin," she admitted, "it's more that I don't trust myself, D'yer understand?"Justin tried to mask his disappointment. He found himself caring more and more about the way Angela felt. It was a refreshing, warm emotion. He reflected that perhaps he'd been self-centred. Explaining all this to Angela, he was rewarded by a stroke of the face.