I could feel the resistance but could also feel that there was more room to go so each time he thrust into me, I would meet him and I finally felt him... slide another inch or two deeper into me. It hurt like hell when he did and I told him to stop for a minute.As we lay there waiting for the pain to subside, James reached up and began playing with my breasts again. His magical hands soon hand me moaning and rocking on him, deliriously happy. It worked, and the pain went away so I sat on James's. "Taken aback, he still recognized that he was stuck; comedian though he was, he understood that his role for at least this moment was straight man to her lead, she'd put herself in a position where he could only follow. "What?" he asked the inevitable question."The Edenites are going to die, all of them, every last one," she said flatly. "And only we, you and I and every one of you here in the studio with us, and all of you viewing this holocast, only we can save them."In the instant that. " Replied Marcelo. "Now please try to keep up, my time is not cheap." But we were expecting this to be a blowjob, class." interrupted Erica.Marcelo sighed and fished an A4 sheet of paper out of his bag. "Is one of you Erica Durance?" Yes that's me but..."Marcelo didn't let her finish, "And is one of you Jane Silvers: bride-to-be?" Yes but..." And did you Ms Durance not purchase a two hour private class for four with a Mr Marcelo Demarco for this evening as a wedding gift for the aforementioned. March 22 Last night Dave asked again to see my breasts and nurse. When I told him no, he started crying. I tried to explain that big boys don't nurse their mothers anymore. But it didn't do any good. He was really weeping, totally miserable. It reminded me of how he'd cried as a baby when he was hungry and as soon as I would slip my nipple into his mouth, he would turn totally content and begin gurgling. I knew it was in my power to take his tears away and make him happy again.Maybe I shouldn't.