After a time of grunts and whimpers, as I slowly loosened the taut cords of muscle, her gorgeous head fell back against my convulsing belly.After a time of grunts and whimpers, as I slowly loosened the taut cords of muscle, her gorgeous head fell back against my convulsing belly. "Oh, Danny," she sighed. "I'll give you 'til dark to stop that!" I laughed, and so did she. The stormy mood seemed to have fled and she began to talk, softly and hesitantly at first, then breathlessly and with obvious pain. And anger -- a hell of a lot of anger. I couldn't believe my ears. My old man was a real shit. Not only that, but he must have lost half his brain in the war. I mean, we're not talking Kenl-Ration breath. The most gorgeous thing in the world, languishing in his house, starved for affection and he treated her like a trophy on the wall. And it was clear that Monica had a right to her suspicions that he was out looking to bag more trophies. I bent and kissed her scalp and Monica's hand reached back automatically and caressed my neck. "You're sweet," she murmured. "Letting me go on like this..." I shook my head and murmured, "No, Monica. I'm not sweet. It's just that I -- I love you, you know?" I was struggling. "I mean, you mean an awful lot to me and I hate to see you hurting so..." I was hard as a branding iron, and the gentle caress on my neck did nothing to ease the situation. But I'd have remained bent in half like that for days before I would have voluntarily asked her to stop. |