“That’s beautiful.” my voice sounded far away somehow as he pushed me gently down onto the bed, my legs opened almost without thinking and I dre...w him to me, there was no foreplay, we didn’t need it, he slid straight into me accompanied only by a soft moan of pleasure from my throat.“You’re doing it Ken,” I breathed into his mouth, “You’re inside me, fucking me.”“Katie,” he sighed, “Oh yes Katie, you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this.”I could hardly speak as he began moving slowly, fucking me. What is your divorce rate?" Less than five percent," she said. "It's gone down considerably since we post-revolutionary children started to reach marriage age." Less than five percent?" he said in disbelief. "You have men marrying men, women marrying women, three and four people marrying each other, and only five percent of them get divorced?" Well, polygamous marriages of more than three are pretty rare, but yes, that's how it is. You have to understand though, marriage is viewed differently. Angel had to remind herself that it could be worse. She could have nothing at all. She could be living in a cardboard box in an alley. She could have to steal food and never have a chance to bathe. It could be worse. It could always be worse. Rich ordered pizza for the house to share. They sat around the TV, eating off of paper plates. It was funny to Angel. Rich was by no means a poor man. In fact he could throw money away and still be better off than ninety percent of the population. Yet here. Ab mere do bade bade doodh se bhare boobs uske samne thy wo bs dekhta hi reh gya or kehne lga ki kya kamal k h ye to maine kaha ki isko piyoge ni to usne jhat se meri chati pr muh laga diya or chusne lga. Mujhe bahut maza aa rha tha. Ab wo ek hath se meri salwar ka nada kholne ki koshish kr rha tha pr kisi wajah se nada ulajh gya tha or khul hi nhi rha tha, kuch der koshish k bad wo utha or dono hath se pakad kr ek jhatke me meri salwar ko cheer dia.Mai to dang reh gai to wo bola ki mai to.