Not to mention the fact that she was pretty upset with me for the way I treated her. I haven’t even spoken to her in a year and a half. There’s no...thing at all to worry about, Kara.”“As long as you’re sure, I’m fine,” she said.“You are my girl and you are the one who is moving in with me next Summer. I want that. I love you!”“And I love you, Steve!”My conversations with Bethany, Melanie and Stephanie were running through my head. And I needed to talk to Kara about them, but I had to be. Then, with a grin behind the gag, she wrote. "I'm going to stick my fistdeep into your cunt." She had underlined the word 'deep', which concerned me. I kept stirring.To be honest, I suspected that I wouldn't be allowed to peacefully preparesome Bolognese whilst wearing only underwear and a gag. That would have beentoo much to ask, I told myself. She dropped to her knees behind me, edged my knees apart, before tuggingaside the featherlight material that protected me. Gently, she stroked. She was about to break off, as she'd only wanted to get him going, but he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down again. Almost involuntarily she opened her mouth and swallowed again, and as he held her in place she began to really suck, pursuing her lips around his invading shaft and slurping. He moaned with satisfaction and leaned further back in his chair so that he could get more leverage as he started fucking her mouth. Ronnie gagged but didn't lose it, instead relaxing her throat. Deeply Locked within the confines of her spongy, soft uterus I feel myself reaching soaring heights of arousal. There the creamy tight cavity stretches around my swollen head, pulsing the tip with the spasmodic throws of a powerful orgasm. As she looks into my eyes with aching delight, she begs me to spill my warm seed deep inside her. Deeper than I have ever been or might ever be again. Though unnecessary, she softly bounces her body up and down over the impaled tip, stroking the buried cap.