My ex-boyfriend." Your ex? What about him?" Well, I ran into him at the restaurant. Him and his fianc?e." So why should that upset you?" It shouldn't,... really, I guess. You see, we were really close ..." I gathered that." And he was a great guy - he treated me really well. We had some funtimes." So why did you two break up?" I don't know ... it just kind of happened. I think we just weren't meantto be together." So get over it. Everyone has relationships that don't work out." Rob, you don't. I buried into her, savoring her pussy wrapped around me. She held me tight. She massaged me with her juicy cunt.BEEP!I groaned, pumping away hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her. I loved the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock, carrying me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. That moment when I sprayed my cum into her cunt. I would baste her. I would spurt my jizz into her so hard. I would fill her with so much jizz.BEEP!“Daddy! Daddy!” Dusk gasped, her hot cunt squeezing. ‘Not exactly your Oliver Twist, or David Copperfield, style of Victorian saga.’ ‘Well, it’s what we in the business term a bodice-ripper,’ Vanessa explained. ‘Hence the bodice,’ I replied. ‘Exactly, hence the bodice. But I must admit,’ she confided, ‘I have to exercise a certain amount of self-censorship when I write. My delicate lady readers prefer for me to gloss over the details somewhat. But when I’m writing a love scene I like to write my own version first, before modifying it for my. He just assumed that that was what I was there for. As for myself and my ‘resolve,’ I never offered even a hint of resistance, either physically or orally. I just stood there and let him do what he wanted. I just cannot believe I let him do that. But I did. Having gently removed my blouse, he walked to his desk, turned, and said that he’d like for me to take off the rest of my things. Over my shoulder, I could clearly see the staff calmly going about their business, and now Clint wanted me to.