I guess it was the love but i did not soften up i just kept going. I went on for another 30 minutes. Thrusting and kissing her. until i was spent. I l...aid next to her. She rester her head on my chest i wrapped my arms around her."lets go" i said "where" she asked"lets go hang out with your friends" i said"i ll call them" she addedShe got up and dressed and walked away from the movie. She came back 5 minutes later."okay lets go" she said."where are they" they are going to meet us at Denny's" she. She yelled again – oh god, you fucker, slow, pls, pls, ah a,hhhh. I can’t pls do, uffff. As she looked at me and forced back the pressure on my dick looking in my eyes shamelessly, I again gave her a hard push, she lost it all, senses, control and screamed, “fuck me! Fuck me!!! Hard, bastard tears it off, oh god, come, ah, ahhh., she started to furiously move her lower body part enhancing the penetration experience.She held my back with her hands, her fingernails digging deep into my skin. She. I told him I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about and that he better move on or I would call the main office and report him. That's when he pushed me back into the house and closed the door behind him. "Look here pussy boy, I saw you looking at those gay sites on the computer while you were stroking your cock and I even saw you lick the jism off your fingers when I passed the window coming up to your back porch. I know your name, I know your address, and I've delivered packages here. Each of us was probably thinking the same question, where was this going? She was no doubt thinking of her children and the effect on them if she divorced, not to mention the myriad of other uncertainties. And I was thinking, was she for real? Would she have the strength to believe in herself and follow her heart? Was she the twin I was seeking? The twin I had been searching for my entire life? Like I said, so much there, but so much of it maybes. If Love is a dream, or at least dreamlike,.