’ I said nothing. I relaxed as instructed while he inserted the tip in and out, stroking himself as he teased me. He pushed further until I feigned ...feeling discomfort with a wince and vocalization that he was hurting me. He laughed and brought his hands up to my shoulders with the tip of his cock resting in me. Taking his short nails, he dug them into my skin and scratched down my shoulders, on my breasts and down my stomach. The sensation, grating and wonderful, he repeated several times. It might make a little more impact with them if we run it as a copyrighted story from Henry, as a special to the Record-Herald." Makes sense," Susan agreed. "Especially when Gingrich starts squealing." Right, it gives us a degree of deniability, even though we already have most of the story from your online research. Now, I'm thinking that it might not even be a bad idea to include some links to the Springfield Democrat so people can see that it's the real deal." Again, not a bad idea," Susan. " She led me inside, where we sat on the sofa. "Can I get you something to drink? Anything at all?" I smiled and took her hand. "I've got all I need right here," I said softly. I stood up and admired her beauty. She was 25 years older than me, but she had a quality about her, sexiness perhaps, that appealed to me in ways I never thought were possible. I took off my shirt and she gasped in delight, rising from the sofa to join me standing there. She ran her hands over my chest, running her. He had to make sure that he didn’t spend too much time looking at her, any lingering looks could make him unravel. What was just as frustrating, was the fact that she would avoid eye contact with him at any cost. He could stare at her beautiful long curly hair and green eyes all day in an attempt to figure out what she was thinking. “Fuck!” Colin came up gasping for air. He had been going fast and furious with the laps since he jumped in the water ten minutes ago and it was not helping. “This.