Well now on for part 2 since it follows so well. the same boyfriend in this story clearly didn't last for long after (that went without saying, didn't...it??) to set a little backstory i was going through a hard time at the moment and my mom was in the hospital. i was getting in with another guy at the time but the ex (we'll call him josh since, well, his name was josh and it's easier than saying the ex all the time!) was still getting in touch all the time. the guy i was talking to was a bit. I listen to the wind blowing, swaying branches in a hesitant dance. I know that winter air still seeps through places in the car that can never be entirely sealed off. But I only feel your warmth. The tapping against your chest,soft rhythms that can lull me into sleep. Something in me almost cracks then, so strong that I almost expect it to make a sound like the snapping of a bone or thick tree branch. It's like my heart almost cracks with gratitude here. Out here in the late night,in the windy. Azziza softly tiptoed out of the bath to wait at the other side of the doorway, leaving the big door open so the lovers would have cold air helping them breath while he entered her with a loud growl. ‘I am sorry but I cannot go slow. I want you too much.’ He pressed his big member against her gates and when she felt the big head entering her she arched her back in a jolt of energy. Her muscles gripping on to him. Her body shaking. Sucking him in. He slit himself in completely and started to. "You have a special visitor who will stay all night tonight," said Monsignor Flavin, who had brought the clothing himself, "You will wear these, with nothing beneath them, and he wishes to teach a naughty virgin schoolgirl about sex. Then he will punish her for her misbehaviour. Then he will sleep in your bed, with you, for what remains of the night. His instructions were most specific." As you wish, Master," she shrugged, "What do I call him?" You are learning fast. You address His Em..." he.