He slammed in hard enough to knock the breath out of me. He withdrew almost all the way out before plunging in again. Jordan continued grinding his pu...bic bone against my clitoris with every vigorous stroke.I let out a muffled scream, mid-kiss. My climax exploded, filling me with euphoria and bliss. I was barely aware of surroundings or of anything except that big pole stuffed in my twat. I think Jordan continued fucking me through my orgasm but I couldn’t say for sure. When I recovered from my. That small gesture was well received by her father, but Veronica's mother was still distant and cool toward Tom. Only her grandsons felt her love and sorrow.Connie had developed the habit of dropping in on Tom on the weekends, knowing he hadn't touched the sailboat since the accident. She tried to encourage him to get out, taking her or the boys or both along with him, but he steadfastly declined. He wondered aloud if he should sell the Lynchpin Lady, but the boys and Connie had raised such a. The waitress brings a plate of appetizers unordered. Maybe she ordered them. It puts me off. There is no dancing yet, but there is a live orchestra playing softly. Ancient stuff. We sit. I don't know what to say to her. We have nothing in common except our jobs. Which we don't remember. And that she makes me hard. No. Wet. I actually feel more warm than anything. Maybe that's just an expression. I 'm hot for her. That's the way to think about it. Maybe it was just a fluke. Nothing will happen. At least in terms of sex.”“I’d love to be a Mole’s Town whore or a Wildling, especially if I could grab you, yank down your black trousers, and take you by force,” Janine added, which really raised eyebrows now.“Months later, there’s a little Wildling or Mole’s Town bastard named Snow, too. Simon Snow. It has a nice ring to it, if you think about it,” Paige backed her friend up there.“Well, I’d like to be the Red Woman. Or a Red Priestess of some kind, anyway,” Melanie told me bluntly.“Why’s.