"OH FUCK!" he moaned when his long shaft tore into her soft body. In the old days her legs would wrap around him and her fingernails dug holes in his ...strong back. Now she just lye there like a dead fish, not moving or anything. This morning he didn't care he needed to release bad.The pain rushed from her growing to her brain, making a small cry of pain escape from her lips. He rammed into her body with long, full strokes not caring if he hurt her or not. He used her like a twenty-dollar whore,. “How else would I know?” She grasped his partially erect cock and dragged the head back and forth through the damp, warm crack of her cunt and rubbed it over her clit as she wiggled her hips and slid her hand up and down his shaft. “Mmmmmm,” she murmured, “your cock is getting harder.”“You have magic in your hands.”“Mmmmmm, in my mouth and cunt, too.” She groped with his cockhead, opened her pussy lips, then stuffed the big knob into her tight sheath, and a wide smile spread across her face and. How much more satisfying sex would have been for us even if we had done nothing more then hold one another while we masturbated? What had held me back for so many years? I think it was the difference in our ages. I think that I was afraid that my mature, big sister, the woman that I loved with my whole being, would reject my advances and I wouldn’t have been able to handle that. The years after our parents’ death passed rapidly for us. Suddenly I was eighteen and Amber was twenty-nine. Amber. We have some winners and some losers."Who wins? Bianca? Hortenseo, Petruchio, ah yes, he surely looks like the winner. He gets the girl and the money, just what he's come to Padua for - to marry wealthily. How about Lucentio? Eh, he did get Bianca after all, the girl he sought, the beauty. Baptista who marries off his daughters, especially Kate, he's a winner isn't he? Gets her out of his house. Who's the big winner?" He looked around and saw a hand. One out of thirty, not bad."Missy, who.