To face reality…just as she always did. To look hurt and trouble squarely in the face. To stare down her demons. No matter the cost. His face was da...k. He frowned but the way his finger tips brushed the hair back from her face and captured a tear in the process said something totally different from his look, ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered. She shook her head. Those were words that she never expected. Never heard. Words men did not say. Especially not when they had nothing to be sorry for, ‘It’s not. The pressure was so great that barely any went in her waiting mouth."Ah shit sorry," he said, "It came at me in a rush, I'm really sorry." She began to laugh at his apologetic behaviour and smeared his cum over her face as he stood there shaking."You'll need to come back for a return visit if we win," she said.Before Joel could say anything, let alone apologise again for unloading so quickly, a chorus of cheers came from the lounge room as the Wallaby's scampered in for a try in the dying. He wrapped her hair in his hand, and tugged her head back. Her skin was marked with the juice, but he felt the need to mark her very soul. His fingers dipped below to scoop drops of her arousal, and smeared it along her lips. He felt her tongue snake out, licking his fingertips clean. “Whose is that wet little cunt?” “That cunt is yours!” she moaned gutturally. He pulled out of her and heard her gasp at the emptiness. “Turn around,” he ordered. She obeyed and rolled onto her back. Her dark. She didn’t know how to react and express her joy. She hugged me back and asked many questions.“You told me you were very busy in the office today. But how are you here??”“Just wanted to spend some time with my baby” and I smiled.She drove her scooty from there. I sat beside her. She told me how excited and happy she is.We went to her flat. Upon entering her flat everything was dark. I hugged her from behind and said in her ears“There’s some surprise for you.” and blindfolded her with a piece of.