She continued to push back against me as she forced herself to relax those tight muscles gripping my cock. I could feel her grip loosen as I started t... pump slowly in, slowly out, in, out... My load began to build as I committed every sensation to memory. Her fingers, with those sexy red nails, again massaged her pussy, just inches from where I was penetrating. She rubbed her clit faster and faster as I increased my thrusts to match. A moan escaped her lips as she came in a final,. How are you all being of whom are among yourselves doing? hopefully everyone is feeling more, much more better than me as of the present given moment in time with that being of person of i myself feeling like more, or less 'dead-man-walking', & whereas the very reason, &/or purpose that i say this here is to inform that being of your persons by giving you all an explanation as to why that is, & whereas it is being that because partly to blame, or he who is at fault for causing me to feel this. Oh I was stinging like a bee but I floated like a drunken elephant. I don't know if I was hurting him but I knew he was really hurting me. Finally winded, tired and bleeding, we both paused for a moment. That's when Karen started yelling at us."Stop, oh please stop. You are going to kill each other. Stop this now," she demanded."All I want is ten minutes Karen. Randy can sit in on our talk, if you want. TEN MINUTES KAREN. Talk to me, or we can do this all over again."She looked at me and then. Masculine. Though I only just met him, it seems effortless for him, natural. My eyes wander to his hands. His large, creative hands, and my insides twitch imagining them at work. When my eyes flicker back to his face, I notice I’m biting my lip, and I blush. hen I blush harder because I know I’m blushing. Eugene shakes gently with laughter, his large smile showing his neat teeth. “What?” he asks, crossing his arms. “Nothing,” I reply, shaking my head and looking anywhere but at him. When I.