She was good. I loved the way my cock felt inside her, the slight feeling of my head inside her rubbing around as she moved. I grabbed her tits and sq...eezed. I massaged them around and listened as her moans increased and she approached an orgasm. When she did a stream of fluid shot from her. The stream went up my chest as she arched her back, and subsequent streams left her body and flooded my stomach and sheets. I knew she couldnt continue, so I threw her on her back and fucked her. I grinded. Like in the sound of the water slapping up against the bow of a ship.” She continued slapping my bare ass with hard whacks of her open hand. WHACK, WHACK! “You can call it a verb or a noun you bitch,” I rejoined, “but it hurts like hell.” “If it’s only a noun,” she said, “you have nothing to complain about. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words….” “Verbs are words too,” I said. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the whack of virgin maiden,” I parried, murdering Shakespeare. The love the three of you had known as kids and students and on Friday nights at pubs and Saturday baseball games. When he stood by you in the maternity ward and looked down at Stephen, then Bill a few years later. When your father died, who was with you? When his mother died, who did he turn to? Why had it taken so long to remember all that? Remember? You took his hand then, squeezed it gently because it felt like the bones in his hand might shatter. ‘Thanks for coming, Bobby,’ he’d said to. We also discussed the next photoshoots we needed to do and realised that although my house worked as a backdrop for some of what Janet wanted to do, it wasn’t enough.We agreed to meet again tomorrow to try to get some more shots done. We also both knew that we wanted to fuck again.Janet and her dog were back at my house early the next morning. She had taken it for a long walk prior to doing her hair and makeup for the next shoot we were planning to try.For this shoot, Janet was just going to be.