After I took her back to her apartment; I left and thought about what my feelings were. She was the only person outside of my family who could serious...ly hurt me mentally. Hell, she already had, I finally realized that.About 3:00 that afternoon I called Helen and asked if it was ok for me to come to her apartment. I said we had to talk about us.I heard a worried sigh and she said sure, she would cook us dinner.I made the drive back to Ann Arbor. When I knocked Helen came to the door dressed as. It is impossible to describe the sensations experienced by Valentine during the minute and a half Madame de Villefort remained in the room. The grating against the library-door aroused the young girl from the stupor in which she was plunged, and which almost amounted to insensibility. She raised her head with an effort. The noiseless door again turned on its hinges, and the Count of Monte Cristo reappeared. "Well," said he, "do you still doubt?" Oh," murmured the young girl."Have you seen?". What has got into you? You are a different person. I have a feeling that you are not my Samish, you behave like a stranger, dont be so rough, be gentle darling,” I was like a man possessed. I was riding my wife but the memory of mom was all over my mind.I fucked Renuka relentlessly for over 20 minutes but I would not cum. In the meantime she had cum many times. She slipped from under my body and exclaimed” Darling, what is the amtter with you today, you are not cumming today? What have you. Slowly, he turned her ever so slightly; it was so obvious that he was turning her so the monitor camera could capture her even better. As he turned her, his gaze moved downward, appreciating his progress. She had no bra above the bustier. Her bare breasts were right there…bare…held high…accentuated, and heaving from his attentions. Her dark full nipples were held outward toward him above the lace edge of the bustier. She was providing the ultimate, though completely unintended invitation..