9 A.M. He awoke first to find himself on his side, lyingagainst her. She was lying on her stomach and his leftleg was draped over her legs and ass. He... smelled herhair and the kiwi-strawberry-whatever-it-was scent ofthe shampoo from just a few hours before. He lay therefor a few minutes, just watching her sleep, remindinghimself of how lucky he was to be here, and for them tobe together after all this time. He placed his palm on her shoulder and very softly,very slowly ran his flat palm over her. You lay under the covers. Lost. You didn’t cry. You didn’t cry. You didn’t cry. The early afternoon light shifted as the hours passed. There was a tap at the door. ‘Little Miss.’ Margaret’s voice. ‘Little Miss…’ from the door opened just a crack. ‘Yes, Margaret.’ Your own voice sounded harsh and grating to yourself. ‘Little Miss, there’s a package for you.’ ‘Thank you, Margaret, I’ll look at it later.’ ‘I — I’ll leave it here for you.’ ‘Very well. Thank you, Margaret.’ You could hear her. I was transfixed, my eyes shifted rapidly from her hand to her face. I was more aroused than I’d felt before, to the point I actually felt a dull ache and throb between my legs. Her pussy was beginning to glisten with moisture, and I could hear the soft sound of her fingers moving over wet flesh. Her eyes closed tighter and her mouth opened wider. A low “mm,” escaped her lips, as she began fiercely pinching her nipples, and her head rolled back on the pillow. “Jesus!” She whispered. Tiffany’s head was smashed into the bed, her ass was up high, and he was thrusting into her. He had no intention on taking it easy with her. This was the most violent fucking I had ever seen. He was a sex maniac and she was a nymphomaniac so they were made for one another. It took him almost twenty minutes to cum that second time. Tiffany was forced to suck him hard again. He wanted her ass this time but Tiffany flat out refused. She knew that his cock would tear her up inside.He opened a.