It changed as days progressed.Time now had meaning. It was measured in seconds we were together and hours we were apart.I could feel my environment ta...ing shape around me. Through the sound of her voice, I learned of life. I basked in the glow of her attention, even when she was not directly touching me. I was connected to everything around me through her. I could feel the coolness of the window, the warmth of the fire, the bitterness of the past, and the passion of the present.“Love inflames. "Stan shook his head, but he was trembling and a stream of precum was leaking from his penis."And even if Gretta soaks you in a divorce, which she won't since we have proof she cheated first, you'll still have more money than I do now. And we'll always be together, 'cause you're my little man-slut, aren't you?"Will pulled him close for a quick kiss that was unlike any he'd had before, but intensely exciting, and then roughly turned Stan to face the stone counter. There was a searing pain that. “Well, if you want to move ahead in the line how about you pay me something for her? I got some time yet. That is only fair you know, seeing as how I warmed her up.”Well, that was just bad manners and I was losing patience. “Allow me to retort.” (If you recall your Pulp Fiction, those words were followed by bad things.) “You have me in a mood now.” I hunched my shoulders and arms forward in a ‘muscle’ pose that made me look a lot bigger all around. “How about I beat the shit and blood out of. I grab the back of her neck and her waist, guiding her towards the wall and away from the door. She is reaching down for my zipper, and I move her hands away and give her cunt a little smack. I tell her "easy princess" and move her hands and reach under her skirt and smack her cunt. This makes her pull back and look at me, by this time we are against the wall and I kick her legs open with my foot. She is wearing a fleece jacket that comes down past her ass, a fleece like skirt, it kind of.