”“Do you think I can walk by then?”“I think so, if you rest well and don’t go on adventures.”“I don’t want to be stuck to this bed whe...n he comes.”“you will, now stop worrying and sleep.”Over the next 2 days I caught her trying to move on her own to the bathroom, Dad and mom were supposed to come today and Claire was anxious she put on a baggy shirt so that Robert wouldn’t notice her wound.Claire was kepping to her room avoiding any interaction with Martha or Robert.“Claire what’s that blood on. Nude. Legs spread, yours thrown over mine. My hand plays at the top of your cunt; yours grips lightly at my erection. Checking your phone one-handed you read the message. “He just ended his shift. He’s on his way,” you read. Then giggling, “He also says he’s been hard since we left.”I smile. “Good thing we gave him my key. I don’t really feel like moving.” I groan and dig my fingers into your cunt as you grip harder and begin to jack me. "Mmmm, gentle. I don’t want to cum until his lips are. This despite the fact he was so fast, and she always had to hurry to bring on her own orgasm. Still the times were pleasurable. Ken on the other hand, she personally despised. But unlike her husband, he not only fucked her to completion, he fucked her to oblivion giving her immense satisfaction. A tiny sob of frustration was uttered with the realization that no matter how she tried, she could not outlast Ken. Her orgasms exploded long before the disgusting man filled her womb with his seed.. His hair and beard were a deep chestnut brown, just tousled enough to beg for hands to run through them. His skin had a sun-kissed glow about it, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors. I took in all his male perfection in a moment, before twigging to the fact that there was a strange man in my apartment. Scrambling to get under the covers, behind the bed, somewhere to hide my nakedness, I screeched “What are you doing here?!?” Or tried to screech– the words caught in my throat and came out at.