‘You do recognise me then,’ he commented. ‘Come in, we have much to discuss.’ He took my hand, walking with me into the darkness of the house.... He led me into the kitchen, the brightness making me squint for a moment. ‘Please relax. Sit and let’s just enjoy each other’s company while we have this chance,’ he gestured towards the stool. I sat still, wary of him as he sat opposite me. He reached toward me, my arms had already extended themselves. His hands were warm as he held mine. My eyes. That made him madder than ever, and as his hand came down sharply across my face, I came, screaming out louder and harder than I ever had before. His hand came down again across my other cheek before he used it as a gag to keep me quiet. I couldn't get enough of this as his cock pounded my pussy raw, he wasn't being at all gentle with me, it was as if he wanted revenge for something, and yet at the same time I could see the love for me in his eyes, the knowing that this was what I wanted and he. And I could feel his hardened penis sliding smoothly into me, engulfing him in my tightness, wetness, and warmness. His rhythm began slowly, undulating his hips against mine, grinding into me. He leaned forward. He fastened his lips onto my nipples, first one, then the other. I moan with pleasure, running my fingers through the lush hair on his head and across his chest. He rode me like this for some time, gently until finally, I felt the shudder of an orgasm race through my body. My body. ’ Hanna paused before answering, ‘I’m not sure how I feel about raising my kids in a house with crucifixes.’ ‘What’s wrong with crucifixes?’ Jovita inquired. Hanna tapped her fingers on the table nervously. ‘Praying to a carving of a man is a bit idolatrous.’ Jovita glared at Hanna. ‘I don’t pray to the crucifix. I pray to Jesus. The crucifix only helps to focus my mind on him.’ Hanna declined to mention that she found the concept of praying to a dead man nearly as problematic. Instead, she.