"I thought maybe you'd to use the opportunity to be finally taller thanme," she replied."What are you talking about, I am taller than you." Oh yeah?" ...he asked, stepping in front of me."Yeah," I retorted, "you're just cheating with the shoes." Silly," she kissed me on the forehead. I hugged her."Well, if you really want to remain short, it's your choice, I guess,"she said, "I'm just not too happy about the color." They'll do," I assured her."If you say so. Let's go to bed." Don't you want me to. I want to give it to you later in private where it is just the two of us."Her curiosity was now piqued."Oh really? And what did you get me?" You are just going to have to wait and see but I hope you like it babe."She said nothing but smiled and kissed me once again.The party was starting to wind down that evening. Gran had already left and her mom and dad were getting ready for bed. She told her mom that she was going to go to my house for a while because I still had my gift to give her. Her. It wasn’t the first time he had called me a bitch. He had called me a bitch many times earlier; sometimes during fucking me too. “Because you are a little younger to have a car and I don’t want you to hurt yourself, or others,” I replied stepping back. Although Edward was in a very angry mood, he couldn’t control himself from starring at my cleavage displaying in my red dress. Whenever something happened between us, Edward couldn’t stop sucking on my boobs and playing with them. Once he bit a. A week later, we met for a coffee. After that, beers and a week after that we began a month long physical affair. She was hot! I called her my ‘hot Madonna’ but she was down on herself and called herself ‘Madonna-whore. ‘ I felt badly for her.” “I agree, that’s a sad story. Tell me how you felt having sex with her?” “I felt this crushing mixture of excitement and guilt. I mean, she was a married woman and from his pictures in their apartment, he was an okay looking guy. He seemed a decent.