She turned a little, I think to try to get on top, but I twisted her, fighting her struggles and pinning her down on her stomach. "Mmph!" she grunted ...ack as my pelvis dug into her ass. My cock, now rock hard, wedged into the crack of her ass, and I held onto her arms as she struggled harder to break free. The struggling only pushed my cock deeper into her ass, and she let out another grunt as I arched my back. "Get off of me, big brother!" she whispered shrilly."No, you wanted to sleep in my. I laughed to put her at ease and said I would see her next week. The week flew by and I was soon at her door. Claire swung it open and greeted me with a smile. She had made the customary pot of tea and wasted no time in asking me if I had thought of her while I wanked. I was truthful and told her that I had. Claire asked how it was. I felt that my relationship with Claire had changed and I found I had no trouble telling her that the thought of her had indeed been very pleasant with the desired. ’ ‘Okay, I get the message, I’ll tell you the truth, most of the time.’ ‘Why can’t you tell me the truth all the time? It’s a great way for a relationship to be based on ‘Truth, and Trust.’ ‘Can I trust you?’ ‘If I ever betray your trust, you can kill me. I’ll put that in writing and give it to Rod. I won’t ask you that question, because I know I can trust you. I was lying here, and as far as you knew I was unconscious. You could have fucked me six ways from Tuesday, or up the ass, before I. Peter shrugged and walked around the bar to the two. ‘Can I help you?’ She muttered a reply after looking into his eyes. ‘Long Island iced tea, please.’ Those hazel eyes piqued Peter’s interest, the gold flecks appeared to be impossible to actually exist in real-life. To Peter it seemed like a movie special effect come alive. Her voice matched her demeanor: quiet, shy, and sad. But Peter found himself unable to wait to hear more of it. Each feature of hers, Peter tried to store in his memory.