As for my Aunt, she looked a lot like my mother, and reminded me of her in many ways, though unlike my mother, my Aunt Jackie was a lot more liberal a...d open-minded about several things, including allowing my cousin and I to entertain having friends over provided nothing got seriously out of hand. That wasn't really an option for me however, as I had left most of my semi-close friends behind after graduation, and hadn't really been seeing or dating anyone.After the accident, I continued going. This is far more flexible than having to mount all those special seats and perches, just pop it in your bag, carry it everywhere, and any old smooth surface and wet tongue will suffice. Though I do bet you miss pressing your swollen man-muscle into all those yummy cracks and slits, little Prince, and it was such a scrummy sight watching your tense, thrusting buttocks as you pounded your way between its lacquered, grainy grip. What do you think you're doing?" Um, wanking, Empress." "Did I say. It took Harry the better part of two years to talk me into marrying him. The honeymoon wasn't even over before I saw the first signs of Harry's insane jealousy and his need to place his stamp of ownership on what was his. He started treating me like a possession, albeit a prized one, instead of a wife. He began by trying to isolate me from any male friends that I had. The most striking example of that was the way he went after Robbie. Robbie and I had grown up together and our relationship was. Hard and fast, to the point where, at times, my feet almost lifted off the floor… fucking hot! The force he exhibited caused me to catch my breath; my legs began to shake as the intense sensation radiated out from the pounding I was taking. He paused for a second, and after turning round for a brief kiss I seized my opportunity for some control and pushed him back onto the bed, after a momentary fumble of what was left of his clothing, I knelt between his legs and got to work tasting his.