We fell into bed with that clean exhaustion that comes from good exercise in the cold and a warm evening's mental exercise.As I drifted off, her arm a...cross my hip and mine under her neck, her head on my shoulder, I fleetingly wondered why she'd said nothing about my trauma. It did not worry or concern me and I think I must have gone to sleep smiling.We both awoke relatively early on Sunday morning, and after a visit each to the loo, made love in a business-like manner, totally the opposite from. I got on my hands and knees on top of the table and with one hand slid the cuccumber back inside my vagina. Since I just came my vagina was really wet, and I could hear all the sloshing sounds as I slid the cuccumber back and forth.Marco told me to continue doing this until I was told to stop. He sat at his chair behind me staring at my behind as I slid the cuccumber in and out of myself. I felt totally humiliated. Marco got up and went into the kitchen. He did not tell me to stop, so I. The scene that greeted him sent a cold fury into him.Leah Van Landingham and three guys were standing over a naked Merie. Their laughter abruptly ended when they saw Brock.“I told you what would happen when I found you, Leah,” Brock yelled. “Did you fucking think I was lying?”One of the boys stepped toward Brock and then fell to the rail car floor as Brock swung with all his might and the golf club head shattered the man’s knee.“I’m going to fucking kill you all!” Brock screamed and charged at. It was quiet in the spring sun; peace lay around us in the sounds of the birds audible through the open window. I bent down and traced my tongue tip along the open lip, resisting the urge to nip it with teeth. The quiver that ran through me tugged at my core; a tension that left my skin on pins, every brush igniting in me. I worked my hips across him again, the twitch sending electrical currents shooting through my nerve endings. My fingers tightened on the muscles of his chest, clinging as my.