. something almost real ... something she needed badly, rested, hidden from sight.She sensed something release inside her, a subtle shift. It was very...much like when her muscle had given out during the run. She had known something had changed before she felt the pain that announced what it was.She rolled over and reached to slide the drawer open.There it lay, long, rigid, tempting.It wasn't John.But John wasn't here.It was what she needed.Without further reflection, she reached, grasped, and. She was looking at me with a broad, confident smile.I got home and was my usual quiet. Mom and Dad had been smart enough to shut their bedroom door, so I kept being quiet. It was weird hearing them having sex, but they deserved their fun, and then I didn't have to listen once I was in my room with the door closed.There I had to deal with the fact that I'd gone sledding with my sister, and after going down together a couple times, I'd wound up back home pulling down a sperm-soaked pair of. We are not hurting anyone, are we?"He hesitated."You look like you need to have some fun Marlon, you work too hard. Do you not want to have fun with me?" She purred. Grabbing his hand she placed it on her breast. He looked like he was about to faint. "I want fun." Was all he could muster.She extended her own hand and began to stroke the bulge between his thighs. "Just sit back and let me relax you."Slowly undoing his fly, she maintained eye contact with him, a bashful smile splayed across his. He laughed and stood up, taking a swing at me. I had a good three-inch reach advantage, and had about 40 pounds on him. My first punch shortened his nose with an audible crunch, and my second extracted a couple of teeth. My right knee guaranteed he wouldn't be fucking anyone soon, and he managed to stagger out the still-open front door.I looked over at Connie, who was crying and shaking."Connie, are you OK?" Yeah, thanks to your timing."I got her an ice pack for her cheek, which was bruising up.
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