Don't be so shy. It's okay. Trust me."Well, I trusted Grace last night so I trusted her now.I joined her, Grace grabbed my hand and intertwined her fi...gers with mine then laid her head on my shoulder. Her body was still as soft as last night."Doesn't the warmth feel nice?" Uh huh. But the warmth I'm feeling more is yours." Aww, you're too sweet." You're still so soft this morning. You still smell so pretty, too. You're just as beautiful as you were last night, Grace, maybe even more. Shit, I. “Oh, Claire,” he said when she’d told him. She sobbed in his arms. As the flow of tears finally slowed down, she felt his erection against her stomach. But this was Kirk. Earl, even Ted, would have expected her to do something about it. Kirk’ mind, if not his body, was on her problem.“I don’t know what I can do. I feel like killing myself.” She didn’t feel like killing her baby, which was the only other choice.“Well, it might not be so dramatic, but you do have another option.” Kirk didn’t take. She was breathing faster now."You like getting fucked by me, don't you." Ohh, you feel so good." You wish I could cum in you." You can't, no! I'm not safe." I know, baby, don't worry. You just feel so good to me."I fucked her extra hard for a couple of thrusts. She moaned softly. I rubbed my hand around her ass and into her crack. She was so wet down there I realized I could probably stick a digit or two up her hole. When I tried it, she gave another moan, and I pushed my fingers deeper. Perhaps I hallucinated? At this moment, this expression of a visual disturbance I would have been happy about. I would identify the cause later.Reassured by this thought, I once again looked into the night. The rain weighed the leaves, they slid down as if tired of mopping. To my horror, what emerged when the leaves disappeared, was the face of a person. It was a blonde man, his hair rained on and now streaking across his forehead, the water making it look darker, his face pale. I instinctively.