"I opened my mouth to say something, but I quickly closed it. I knew myfeelings of both Christopher and Helen, heck they were the same person.How coul... I prove it to others? Giving chocolates, flowers, kisses orcuddles were just a way of expressing feelings, but not proof. Whathappened last night was a physical thing and although pleasurable is justthat."I don't know how to. There are tokens of love, like flowers, but anybodycould send flowers, they aren't proof." What about how you put your. He then fucks the hell out of me and I rock along with him. But I never open my eyes, just murmur as if I were sleeping and enjoying a good dream. His thrusts are long and deep, and I feel the tip of his cock hitting my cervix with each thrust, his girth widening me as he sinks deeper and deeper into me with each stroke.He takes my thighs and pushes my legs back, opening me up wider, as he continues his sexual assault on my body. I can feel my orgasm building up, then rolling through me, one. Chambers talked quietly for several minutes; then everyone turned to look at me.I said, “We’re going to Denver.”During our month or so in Helena, I’d been surprised and impressed with the ideas and actions that the Gilmore Girls had thought up and put into play.And, I had promised myself that I would start to think more creatively, to look at investigating, even just regular thinking, in a different way. Yet, when Riles told me about the name Quinn, all I had done was send inquiry telegrams to. I would spread mylegs as I laid on my back, get on my knees allowinghim to view my holes, or slide down his cock to grindbouncing, slowing til he cums.3. What were you thinking as I was describing allthe things I've seen you do and have done to you atthe schvitz? Which memory is most vivid?******I was thinking, that is what a slut would do.And I was asking myself, how did I become one. Isuppose, the most vivid would have to be with beingfucked by you, feeling my legs being spread a littletoo.