She is unconscious of twin purple bruises blossoming on her hips from his unrelenting grip. ‘Ah…’ ‘MM…’ She bites her lip willing herself ...quiet. He moans gratefully. Kisses her needfully. ‘Don’t do that.’ His eyes meet hers. It’s difficult but their pace slows as every part wills them to give in to exquisite pleasure. ‘What!?’ She feels her face grow bright pink and warm. ‘Don’t be quiet. Be selfish.’ She hesitates but he somehow feels even better now, his eyes locked with hers. His voice. You provide the place, and the cards, and I’ll provide the rest of the poker party. I’ll even get a stripper, if you want. A girl, I mean.’ Miles frowned and shook his head at the suggestion. ‘No, no stripper.’ ‘OK, just us guys. I can guarantee that you’ll feel like shit the next day, but we’ll erase any longings for a certain red head. Fair?’ Miles shook his outstretched hand. ‘You’ve got a deal. I’ll even get some food together. As long as you do the prep work, master chef!’ Ana returned. " Mom wants me to fuck dad!" Lauren says as she's buckling her seatbelt."So you said on the phone," I answer as I start the car and head to my place. "Just relax for a minute. You can tell me all about it once we get there." What? I'm not discussing this at an ice cream place," she says, turning her defiant face in my direction."Relax," I answer with a smile, patting her thigh. "Did you really think we were going for ice cream?" I laugh."Oh... um... Jesus, Brandon. I'm just... I don't know.". ' he added. 'I'm not offended, Grandpa, I guess I thought, you know, maybe you would.' I offered. There was a pause for a few moments before he said 'Why? Is that something you would like?' in a quizzical way, not sure if he fully followed the conversation we wer having. I paused for a moment again, and thought to myself 'Would I?'. Then responded with 'Yes.' Again, a few moments passed without a word. 'Its not really right, love, and it wasn't really something I was suggesting.' he said.