. I thought you two might have had a tiff, because you’ve been all business, business, business this last week. Look, this is a chance to go clear t...e air. Give him what for, you know, for messing you about, and then tell him you’re still crazy in love with him.”“Well, I suppose it was fun while it lasted, but no, he’s far too immature for me. I think I’ve had it with all men and their moody silences.”“Tosh, boss! Anyone can see the both of you are mad about each other, and I know he must be. She looked at him with surprise as she didn’t expect him to ever raise his hand to her. Although she may have been looking for it after smacking him to begin with.“Paul, wait! Stop!” she exclaimed as he shoved her down backwards on to the tabletop. Christine froze in a stunned state as his hand gripped her around the throat. She had never had a hand against her throat, although she had read of similar situations in her romance novels, she had never experienced it. Sex with her husband was quite. As I exited the car Mom grabbed my hand. “James, try to bring that back in one piece, will you?” she said in a passable English accent.“I will Q,” I laughed. Mom was cool and dorky. As they drove off, it suddenly occurred to me she was a young woman in her prime out to have fun on the town without her kid.--McMillan’s pulsed with deep industrial beats. The house was an edwardian mansion recently renovated in the post modern fashion. Andy, dressed as a very unsexy prisoner, guarded the stoop. He slid on the condom and in what seemed like seconds, he was in. It was effortless how he moved inside me; I was so wet from everything that any uncomfortable tightness was gone leaving just the perfect amount. I never felt such force (and I had been with 4 other men at the time). His dick slammed into me over and over. I could feel his balls slap against my pussy as he fucked me into ecstasy. There would be no faking that night. Every ridge of him, the touch of his skin, as my legs wrapped.