‘I still do, Emily.’ I couldn’t look at her of course. This was because she was the object of my current crush. It’s so easy to write for some...one about whom you harbour deep longing. You write your fantasy image of her, dress her as you would want her to dress, give her words you want her to say. ‘Did I do OK?’ Emily is not the sort to show her need for reassurance and I was momentarily stunned. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. OK is a long way short of what you did. You were, are brilliant. You were word. Dropping multiple kisses on her lips, I teasingly pulled away before she had a chance to return them. Slowly I pushed her back, lifting her legs up until they were both sticking in the air forming a ‘V.’ Now I could really pound into her. With a leg on each shoulder, I leaned forward, palms on the hood as I screwed this fantastic blonde like there was no tomorrow. I had to finish this. I'm on a roll and I just can't stop. It's no longer in my hands. I can't stop even if I wanted to. All too. Her fingers rub up and down my chest and stomach which awakens my penis.“So,” she begins, “Trudy wants us to swap.”“What do you mean?” I respond. “She wants to fuck you now.”I sit up a bit. “I am figuring all this out. This week you were assigned to me, and she to Tommy, right?” “Yes, that is the way it works. The Benson’s want us to swap every week so there will be no developing of feelings, or jealousy.”“Well the way I see it, it is only Saturday night. I have a day and a few hours with you,. I was checking my home every night and I could see that Mary was depressed--tough! She was feeling sorry for herself, but what about me--I was hurting too! I couldn't see any way to resolve this. I loved Mary but not enough to forgive her. Christ, she had been begging those guys to do her. She was just spoiled for me.I decided to give her one more week. Paul hadn't been able to get things done as expeditiously as he had hoped. The night before Christmas eve I had to work an extra shift. I had.