‘HOLY FUCK THAT’S TIGHT!’ shouted I, pushing my hips forward with as much force as possible. Only half an inch made it past her skintight o-ring... before he had to stop and re-gather my strength. Holding my position, I reached up and tore off Luna’s tight fitting bra, before caressing both of her juicy melons with my hands.‘Mmmm!’ moaned Luna, as I began pushing my hips forwards again, trying my hardest to find a way into her incredibly unyielding love canal. Just as I was about to give up and. ‘No guy has ever hit me before.’ She managed to get back on her feet, and looked Freddie in the eye. He looked both concerned and scared, and with good reason. He probably thought she'd hit him back. ‘Freddie Benson just hit me.’She stepped closer. Freddie seemingly wanted to step back, but controlled the urge. His stream of words slowed, before stopping altogether. She hadn't been listening anyway. She continued stepping closer, until her chest was touching his. The invasion of his personal. " I'm your wife, and I'm entitled to know," was Martha's instinctive response, asserting some sort of territorial claim.Looking at her, I spoke,"Go and get cleaned up and dressed. Then we can sit down and maybe we can have a civilized discussion."Martha must have seen my resolve, because without a further word, she did leave and go to 'her' room.When she returned, her hair still damp, pulled back in a pony tail, in a baggy gray sweat-suit, I just sat there not saying anything, content to let. Practically a tomboy, but for all her small stature, she'd scrapped like a demon, and had probably been in more fights as a child than he had over the course of his entire life. Adulthood hadn't changed her much – she could flare up like a sunburst, but when the fire at last died down, she was sweetness and light, the soul of apology, giving back love far more easily than angry words. Despite the slight difference in age, she was Fiona's polar twin, tails to the heads, heart to mind, sun to.