Though we could be very un-alone at any moment, my concentration is elsewhere. When he touches me, my brain can't process thoughts like worry. His mou...th comes to mine, cradling my neck as he fucks me. Cock or not, there is no other word for the action of his ruthless hand.The sky is pitch outside the silent hotel, our home for the night -- along with most of our friends and family. Zack and I don’t, however, get to share the same room. I thought I’d been unhappy on that front. Evidently, Zack. After about ten minutes of heavenly worship, she tensed her body and surged into the largest and most powerful orgasm I have ever seen her experience. As I eased my licking into gentle caresses, she gradually calmed down and relaxed. I looked up over her body, which despite showing some signs of her eighty-plus years was just as beautiful in my eyes, she just seemed to glow. With the biggest smile I have seen in a long time, she said to me that was wonderful but I don't know what you would. I was sick at heart because I was so weak. I had given her hope. I had to crush that hope. I had to hurt her all over again. At least maybe I could spare her the big hurt. ***** Finally we separated, pulled back half a step from each other, our hands finding each other and holding on. Elizabeth was looking up at me. I think she expected us to kiss, but I had to resist or I couldn’t go through with it, and that would mean stringing her along. I had to cut the string. The light was on my face. But you must be joking about talking to you. You’d spent months fucking that priest, you ran away for months and now you were with yet another man, telling him you’d spend that night with him. I was shocked.“You clearly remember the incident; it was pouring with rain and you immediately walked away while he was coming over to accost me. As a result of that conversation he actually realised who I was, but he wouldn’t let me talk to you, or even follow you, because you had said I was violent to.