I was very-2 wet. With 6-7 strokes his dick was fully in. He was kissing my face constantly, brushing my whole body with his hands, squeezing my boobs...at the same time fucking my pussy.He was doing it with a very slow rhythm. I was loving it. He was loving my body, enjoying it, sucking all juices out of it. He kept fucking me aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh mmmmmmmmmmmmmm fuck me Will fuck me. He increased his pace after doing me slowly for ten minutes. I was like yess yes yes fuck fuck fuck yes do it do it. In the shower I discovered new places that hurt. There were a couple of deep cuts the hospital had treated and left open so the air would help dry them, and hurry along scabbing over.When I mentioned it to Carol, she became the typical mother and embarrassed me by intimately examining every square inch of my body to see for herself that I wasn't dying. Having a beautiful woman see and feel my body should have stirred my libido. Instead I felt nothing but embarrassed and a little annoyed. David. Wow that girl can text fast again reply, why dont you come join me i am just at the white lion if you know where that is x. i said no thanks Ruth i will give it a miss today but maybe next time. the phone had hardly touched the desk and again reply, this time i left the phone and started to walk around the office shutting the computers down and closing the blinds. i grabed my things and headed to the car, i got in and remembered the text so i had had a ciggy why i read the text, Come and join. Maybe... '85?" he murmured, trying to remember the date. He remembered it had been snowing.Sandra had gone deathly still. Her eyes were fixed on something that didn't exist on the far wall, and her hand was cold as ice in his. He looked at her, his eyes widening. "Oh my god, you... you aren't...?"Her eyes slowly shifted to his, and they were bright with tears. Tears of shame, of guilt, but even more so, tears of remorse. Tears mourning the loss of what could never be again. "God, Kevin, don't.