Still moody, Sara gave Ralph her key. He stuck it in the lock, then grabbed her and began pulling her shirt off. Sara tried to stop him, but in one mo...tion, Ralph had pulled the sweatshirt up over her head, tickling her ribs and mouthing her nipples. Sara began to laugh, stifling her giggles for fear of bringing a neighbor out into the hall to see what was going on. At the same time, she struggled to pull her head and arms out of the confining shirt. She wasn't going to take such treatment. "Was there something else?" Valerie asked, fighting to keep her voice level as she got dangerously close to coming."Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was trying to think of a polite way to say that that was an unusual selection of clothes you had picked out. Are you shopping for a special occasion?"Simon grabbed her by the hips and started fucking her so fast and hard that his balls slapped against her. Whatever mind block had kept her from climaxing fell away as his huge cock began to push her over the. "I-it's not right! It's not even dark. I-I just can't do it when it's light like this. It's ... sick!"She felt his body stiffen at her last words, and his grip slacken around her. Sensing his gaze on her, the young wife turned her head quickly around, and saw that his eyes were cold."I think you're the one that's sick," he said in an icy voice. He rolled away from her and got out of bed. "Maybe you could make my breakfast, if it won't make you sick that is." His back was to her as he spoke,. She led me in her bedroom and I thought perhaps I should have stayed downstairs. I sat on the bed while she told me an involved story about finding out train-times for Bernie, but it was difficult to concentrate as she was using another towel to dry her legs. And then she opened her robe and dried her front and under her legs. She was facing away from me so I couldn't actually see anything but my imagination was running riot.Looking past her I noticed that I could see her reflection in the.