So you can get even with us. " The cat starts to lick her paw ignoring me. I walk into the kitchen and see the box. I sit at the table with the box in... front of me. I want to open it so badly. My little voice inside my head tells me to opening it. The little voice in my stomach tells me not to. Now they are fighting. I finally decide to go to bed. I haven't been sleeping and I know I better get to bed soon. Maybe I am just tired enough to sleep all night. I pull the covers back and see a small. With a little repositioning with his hand beneath her he eagerly entered her tight pussy from the rear. Bill made a conscious effort to make love to… to fuck her G spot with the head of his prick from this position, though he knew she’d never feel it. Coco's ass made a delightfully erotic cushion for Bill's hips as he fucked her. He brushed her fine hair back so he could fondly kiss her cheek, then he nibbled and sucked her ear lobe with his lips, and he probed her ear with the tip of his. I pushed her limp body further onto the bed and turned her over, raisng her hips into the air and pulling her arms behind her back I whispered into her ear 'I do hope your wet enough to take me in one go'. I pressed the tip of my throbbing cock against her wet pussy and as soon as she felt me start to penetrate she pushed back and said 'let's see how deep you can go' and with that I grabbed her hips and thrust my cock deep into her tight wet pussy.With each thrust Gemma pushed back until her. Or maybe someone who’s both.”She looked at me with something in her expression I hadn’t seen before. Then she put her hand on my knee and asked, “Would you sing it for me?”It’s a beautiful song with a very intimate feeling to it. I hoped she’d get the same sense I did. It needs to be sung at just above a whisper to have the right affect. You could ruin it by trying to ham it up with too much vibrato, and it was important to keep the phrasing more conversational than metered like a poem.“Sure..