‘Oh G-d, Dima, you feel so good.’ The words were breathy, and brought a smile to Dimitri’s face, he leaned in, kissing gently at her ear. ‘How... good?’ He kissed her lips again then, pleased that the challenge had brought on one of his favorite responses, Madi forcing those velvet walls to pulse around him, clenching and releasing at her command, in time with the gentle rhythm Dimitri had begun. Madi’s hips began to move more wildly, sliding in circles in the air and against his pelvis, breasts. I strummed away on Nan's little soprano learner's guitar and sang with her, avoiding the faces of the audience.There was an enthusiastic response. Afterwards Nan's brothers and father let loose with a few Irish songs, a la capella. They took their Irish ancestry very seriously and belted out songs like, 'The Wild Geese.' with gusto.Did they realise they were Rebel songs? I decided not to go there.In fact the whole family loved folk singing. I think that's what won them over to me.I had weened. Jesus, what’s not to like?”“I don’t know, it’s ... I guess it’s his attitude. He comes off like he thinks he’s better than everybody else sometimes.”“Oh, yeah, I forgot, he’s honest too,” Shannon quipped.Dawn just looked at her.“Okay, okay, so he’s a little full of himself sometimes, big deal. You can overlook that once he starts buying you expensive jewelry.” Dawn didn’t say anything and Shannon knew her well enough to know conceited people turned her off. “Okay, the least you can do is give. " You're kidding," he said, weakly. Like most men, the only picture that could appear in his mind was one fueled by imagination. And imagination almost always makes things much more unpleasant than what is real."I am not," she said. "Since then I've learned that the endorphins created during sexual intercourse help a woman block the pain of the cramps. Plus the workout my girly parts get during a good fucking also helps the muscles relax." You've ... done this before?" he asked, morbidly.