This is your most fertile time, and I’m going to make use of that.” She gulps at his reply, because she had no idea men could smell that about a w...oman.She hears the cot creak while he lowers himself onto the cot, and then feels him when he places his manhood at the entrance to her womanhood. He’s very slow while he enters her, and she winces with pain when he broaches her maidenhead. It feels like it takes forever for him to slide all the way into her as his huge member spreads her wide with. ‘Oh what, I’m supposed to feel bad for being upset enough to cry now? If you would just…’ ‘If I would WHAT… If I would just WHAT?!’ step towards… she holds her ground. ‘Just… TOUCH me! Some of the time! It doesn’t have to be all the time! I’m not asking you to be all over me! Just hold my hand, or put your arm around me, I don’t understand why you don’t seem to have a problem touching everyone else, why it’s just ME.’ ‘Because when you touch me you just want everyone to know that I’m yours,. He went on for about an hour explaining the trials and tribulations of building your own house. Ed suddenly stopped talking. "I'm sorry," he said with a grin. "That's OK," Sarah, said, "I can see that it was a labor of love for you." "Not really," he answered, "It was really therapy." Sarah could sense the deep pain he felt over the breakup of his marriage. She wondered how many devils she carried around in her own head. "I noticed the heat vents are in the ceiling, isn't that the wrong place. Then a crazy thought jumps into your head. There is a bottle of baby oil left next to the chair, surely left from some sun bather. You pick up the bottle and start to drip oil on the hard body next to you. He doesn’t flinch at all. After dumping quite a bit on him you think to yourself he can be sleeping that hard. So you decide to rub the oil over his body. Again no reaction. That’s it you start to rub the inside of his thigh, again nothing. Gently you take his balls in your hand and start to.