“My brain always feels like it’s about to short circuit!”“And yet, you’re talking coherently!” I teased.“Would you do something for me?�...� she asked.“Sure, what?”“Roll us over and fuck me hard until I scream,” she sighed.I did, and she did. Twice.February 6, 1994, Chicago, Illinois“How long have you been awake?” Michelle asked after she silenced the alarm on her clock radio.“Probably a good hour,” I said. “But I enjoy cuddling next to you. I use the time to think about the previous day and decide. She wondered if he was stalling, trying to think of something to say.“Sit down,” he said, putting a glass of milk in front of the chair she was standing nearest. He didn’t take the chair across the table, like she’d thought he would. He took one ninety degrees from hers.“How do you feel about this?” he asked, when she just stood there.She certainly hadn’t been prepared for that. She sat ... somewhat heavily. She didn’t know what to say. A thousand things were running through her mind. It seemed. "Don't ask me why, but my reaction to that was to move by sliding to my right. I couldn't bear the idea of taking my prick out of her, now that it was in."Oh my," she moaned. Her left hand pushed on my hip and I slid back the other way. "Oh yes!" she panted, and pushed with her right hand this time.Moving from side to side morphed somehow into moving in a circle, which I could still do while pinning her to the bed and, just like that, we found the thing that would be guaranteed to bring her to. One night we went to the movie and then to the club for supper. Town was closed for one reason or another, so we went to the motor pool, where I worked, and we went into the "Hidden Room." It was accessed by moving a panel in the wall of the office, and was used to hide excess, or unauthorized, items. There was also a cot in there. We went in so Linda could give me a little, and turned on the light, at HER insisting. She always enjoyed sex more with the lights on. We both stripped, and went 2.
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