A pop, and I was in. The pain raced across her face. Tears fell from her eyes. A cry slipped from her mouth. Is this what she truly wanted? Why? Wa...s she a glutton for pain? Did she have a G spot in her ass? Was this punishment for being a bad girl? Such a bad, married girl? Yes. My mind blew past answers A, B and C, settling on D, ‘all of the above’. I looked at her. Her thighs trembled. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. She reached for me. I lowered down to. "This is going to hurt, isn't it?" Sunny worried."Probably. Yes. We can stop whenever you like. You really don't have to do this if you get uncomfortable." What's the best way for me to get it in?" she whispered."Well, if you got on top, you could control how deeply and how quickly, you can decide how it feels and how far you go." I whispered back.Sunny stood over me in the bed and squatted, her pale thighs warm, soft and slick. I spit on my hand and swiped the warm saliva slick on the bulbous. .let me take you back about a month ago."Do you wanna try french kissing alex?" She asked a little to excitedly "Yo..You mean kissing with our tougues?" I asked nervously "No i mean Yes you big head!!" She said with a grin"I guess it wouldn't hurt if we..." she grabbed me and kissed me i felt her tougue coming close to mine just as our step dad came out from nowhere."What the..KATIE . GET TO THE HOUSE NOW!" He yelled as katie ran off.He pulled me by my sweater and had me by my throat as he said. .......................................................................... My name is Jennifer Thomson and I’m eighteen years old. I live in England with my parents and my brother James. This arrangement is quite recent, I’ve been living with my aunt in America for the past few years, visiting my family only during the holidays. It was easier than staying with my family as my parents fought unfalteringly. Their incompatibility obvious to everyone but themselves, but they did it, after many,.