Otherwise, we might get caught. I started thrusting into her, and her moan was very loud. First, I went a little slow, and only 3/4th of my dick was g...oing in. Gradually, I started thrusting very hard. Jyoti Bhabhi was taking my whole 6’ dick.It was giving her immense pleasure and triggered her so much. She never thought about anything. She just moaned her heart out even after my warnings. I also gave little thought to that. I was busy fucking her in all positions, missionary, 69 position.Jyoti. Not for the fact that he was fucking me but because of his insult. And the fact that I was enjoying his abuse. I wanted to meet every hard thrust with my own and I was pissed that my body still wanted to fuck. The hand on my back slid away and down my belly. His fingers acutely brought my clit to full attention and I hated the fact that I wasn't screaming at him anymore. I was moaning from the pleasure he was inflicting on me. His cock seemed to get bigger as my muscles clenched tighter around. "Oh! It's so...it's so big, Johnny..." My hand still over her own, I made her stroke me, and I watched the flush in her skin crawl up her face. "Oh...Oh, Johnny... Don't. I...I shouldn't..." Put it in your mouth," I said."No," said Monica, her eyes wide. "No, Johnny. I couldn't do that!" Sure you can," I said, digging my fingers into her dirty blonde hair. I drew her toward me as I crawled over her body."Oh! Oh, Johnny! W-wait. If...if I do that, will you promise not to put it in me?" I. I couldn't think, could barely breathe, and didn't want to. The kids settled Claire's affairs; I wasn't capable. Eventually though I had to try and have some sort of life, even if it was without her. That's how I ended up as a troll.Yes, a troll. You know the kind. Lives under a bridge. Grumpy. Doesn't want company. A long time ago, I read a series of essays called Magic Harbor1, by a fellow named Don Berry. In one of the essays, he described himself as a troll. I find myself in a very similar.