My need to fill her seemed ravenous. My lust at its zenith, I again retreated, then once again surged forward, creating a rhythm that coincided with t...hat of our beating hearts. Ruth’s breathing had become erratic and I could sense her impending orgasm even as her pussy convulsed with pre-orgasmic tremors. In my mind I wanted to inject her so completely with my pungent jism that she would feel the impact of my eruption against her uterine walls. My public bone ground against hers, trapping her. I was still seething; Michael was going to have to be punished somehow. My first tendency was to confront him the moment he set foot in the house, to bite his head off. The head with two eyes, not the head with only one eye. But what good would that do? He would either admit or deny, or if he had any inkling, confront me in return. If he confessed and promised not to screw around any more, I would have to do the same thing. I knew it was a promise I could never keep, but still, I hate it when. My parents allowed me to turn the family room into my own personal living room. My father's TV and overstuffed recliner had been moved upstairs into one of the extra bedrooms and it soon became his den. Except to do laundry or get into the garage, my parents largely left me alone as long as the place was kept neat and my grades stayed good.When I moved out, my parents never reclaimed that family room. So whenever Samantha and I went to visit, we would take up residence in the lower level. My. Then I took bike, she sat on bike by hugging me from back tightly and placed her face on my shoulder. I was so happy.We went to the spot but need to walk some distance.i parked the bike. I put my hand on her shoulder and she put her hand on my waist and holding me closer. She was laying her face on my chest and walking along with me. It was a awesome feeling. Then we sat at one place and had romance. We both were looking into each other eyes for half an hour. She was laying on chest. We both.