"Because you'd hate me for the rest of our lives if I took advantage ofyou now," he quietly told her."Why won't you do it?!!" she screamed. "I'm here... I'm obviously femaleand I'm ready. What do you care if I hate you?" I care," Garret told her, carefully gathering her into a non-sexual hugthat conveyed his love, but pushed his lust far away."Why?" Deirdre was crying, and trying to pull away from his hug."I don't know," he answered, releasing her as she wanted, but she didn'tmove away, simply. Fred's thrusting slowed, and he placed his hands over hers as he got his breath."I fucking love you, Dawn," he breathed into her ear."I fucking love you too, Fred," she replied. She couldn't form any coherent thoughts, and just stood there as best she could, Fred's cock still up her bum, and just felt him.Slowly, Fred stood up and moved back, his fast-softening cock plopping out of Dawn's ass. He wobbled over to one of the kitchen chairs and sat on it. Dawn stayed where she was, ass still in. The barn next door was incredibly pungent, with my nostrils recoiling the moment the stench hit us as Angelina opened the door. It used to hold poultry and was about 50 metres long and twenty minutes wide with a raised platform two metres wide, and around half a metre from the ground at the back and front of the barn as well as down both sides. This meant that the non-players could meander around the barn without getting their feet dirty. Not fair really.One of Angelina's maids (no, not. Then this wonderful person goes behind my back and hits on my wife. She now lives with him, something that he continually rubs my nose in.’ ‘I can see how that would piss you off.’ ‘Piss me off’? This is definitely not Psych-speak. ‘Are you sure that you’re a Psychologist? I would bet major body parts that I would not find ‘Piss off’ in the index or even the glossary of terms of any Psych text book.’ ‘Just as you’d never find a silver spoon in my mouth, very much a working class girl I am, I.