Needing to feel him on her, and in her, making her want him, now more than ever. Needing and wanting in an intensifying hunger. Frustration soon turn...s to aggression. With a gentle shove and slight manipulation he was soon flat on his back and seemingly at her mercy. Give the position of power she soon slows down to return the subtle torture he has visited upon her. Silken falls of gold stroke across his body as she moves her hair gently over him. Her face mere inches away and her breath. Her thighs tighten, to the point that I amfeeling fairly squished. Ismy begins to buck her groin and starts tohump my face. Then, the 'explosion' happens. Ismy is wracked withconvulsions, as she screams "fuck yes!" Of course, 'clamped' to hercrotch by her legs, I am along for the 'ride' as my sweet Ismy continuesto 'dance' to her throes of passion. What an awesome orgasm, I am sohappy for her, even if I am basically caught in a headlock.She releases me. I look at her, she looks at me. I. " I know why. You were his only living relative. He was always hoping you would come to see him." You evidently were his friend. Being that, I can see why you could resent me after meeting me and knowing I didn't visit when I should have." Some, I guess, but that wasn't the only reason. I mean I offered you a ride and you accepted and then said you didn't intend to be friendly. Also I'm still waiting for a thank you for giving you a lift. But then I have been an asshole too, so maybe we had. Chris smiled, but didn’t say a word. We watched as the wrecker driver, a scruffy young fellow in his late twenties, hauled the little red sports car on to the angled deck of the wrecker. He handed Chris a slip of paper and told her she could have her insurance company representative call the number on the receipt to arrange a time to come and see the vehicle. We stepped back to my rental, as the wrecker driver pulled away. “Where to?” I asked. “I don’t need to be at school until tomorrow,”.