I stayed there weeping, waiting for a response. I was hoping he would take my apology. I didn’t want him to continue to blame himself. Blake brough... his hand to the back of my head and gently stroked my hair. I looked up at him. The pain in his eyes was starting to ebb. ‘Kaitlin, there’s no need for tears,’ he said, wiping my cheek. ‘I’ll be fine. Let’s not worry about tonight any longer.’ His words didn’t help put me at ease. He kissed my forehead and began to leave. ‘Stay,’ I said meekly. He. I was still desiring the young college neighbor I had started to hook up with. But I was still craving doing more.I knew that if he forced his way on me I would let him have me completely. Since I had yet to touch him or even make contact with his giant thick cock, I knew I was going to have to start there. The next time I talked to him online I told him I would be completely naked on the bed and that I had feeling and fantasy of being controlled...I dried myself off and heard the car door. My right knee is lifted a little and my legs are somewhat spread apart. Memories of last night are running through your mind when you run your finger over my lips and your already hard member is twitching a little at the thought. Running the tip of your fingers softly over them, up and down in a slow steady motion. With the slightest pressure you press one finger between my lips, carefully spreading them and to your surprise I'm a bit wet. Still wet from last night or a very good dream you. But as far as I'm concerned, he's your gem, not mine. I'll be careful to do nothing to encourage Ron, and there is not the slightest chance that any feelings will develop between Ron and me. It's that simple."It was a sign of how much Hermione had grown to trust Imogen that this simple answer satisfied a large part of Hermione's concern. But not all of it."But it hurts so much! First Fleur Delacour in fourth year, and now you. Why doesn't he give me attention like that? Why doesn't he notice.