Threw me on my back, fucked until I practicallybegged him to finish me off, then he had me on my hands and knees untilthe screaming finale... Can I g...et back to the rest now?So an hour and a half later we descended the stairs once more. He wasjust wearing his pajama bottoms and a t-shirt. I left my robe beneaththe tree, so I came down with the blanket from the bed around me to keepme warm. Though admittedly there was a part of me that wondered why Ididn't do this more often, fuck I was warm. R', and as inferior)! Who's the inferior one? Willis gloated to himself silently. YOU, motherfucker. YOU. I'm fucking YOUR WIFE! The justice inherent in that was the sweetest thing Willis had ever tasted.Fucking Megan and her mom wasn't (inherently, or entirely) some sort of revenge thing for Willis. It was primarily because they were genuinely beautiful and very sexy women; and yes, the fact that they were white made it all the better, all the sweeter and more enjoyable (the 'forbidden fruit'. Es sah beinahe aus wie eine Fernbedinung. Aber ihn erinnerte dieses Ding eher an ein Communicator aus der Original Klassischen Star Trek Serie gennant Star Trek TOS oder Star Trek Classic. Er inspizierte das Ding genau. Es war Grau, dunkelgrau. Nicht dieses Metallgrau, nein dunkel und hatte links einen Knopf. On und Off stand darauf. Dann hatte er oben drauf noch so eine Art Knopf. Ein Art Engeriergler. Aber wozu? Dort stand nur 2 Sachen drauf, auf der einen Seite Min. und auf der anderen Max.. It was what I would give Gracie if she was here. But she wasn’t, so Sam enjoyed it instead.I’m pretty sure that makes me a dog, so I’ll just add it to the list.Then I pushed one of the buttons every LA woman has hard wired in, the type of phrase they think a man can only say if he really loves her. When I broke the kiss I asked, “Where could we go to get a dress this late on a Friday night?” From her response - loud and dramatic with dancing and carrying on - I was sure nobody had ever said a.