Christos. My control wavered when I got to her high pointy breasts though and I did not hesitate to feed myself and my wolf what we wanted. Opening my mouth softly, I grabbed an attention seeking nipple into my mouth and the woman that was in control earlier, lost it as she wove her fingers into my hair to give it a painful but equally pleasurable yank that spoke to me about her yearnings and wishes. I did not disappoint as I attended to her needs. Not only sucking on her breasts but suckling greedily on them like a new born baby dying of thirst, I took us both to great heights of pleasures while my strongly veined German machine pulsed heavily below for a touch. Wishing there was a way to push my dick heavily into her mouth while still having access to her boobs, I gave her nipples tiny bites of pleasure and pain and she cried loudly, asking for more. “Oh Christos, please. Do that again!” She moaned and begged and that got me more aroused. Moving my teeth in a circle around her l

Christos.Everything in me stood at attention to see what the mystery girl looks like. But when she finally turned to face me, I could not believe my eyes.I honestly do not know what I had expected to see but it definitely was not my woman’s face, Becca’s face when the mysterious figure turned fully to look at me.I was visibly stunned. I was not expecting this person to impersonate my woman. Even though the mystery lady has been a tormenting puzzle all these years, I wasn’t expecting whoever it is to be that mean and wicked by playing such game now. But didn’t they say dreams are stupid?Suddenly, Becca, no, it’s not Becca, the impersonator threw her head backward and gave a shrilling laughter that got me cold in my shoes as everywhere trembled. She laughed and laughed until she went blue in the face and the more she laughs, the more I find myself crumbling until I fell to my knees before her. It was only when I was on my knees and whimpering in agony that she suddenly stopped laugh

Eric.I turned fully to look at my twin sister.“So tell me, of what use is knowing Mum has some relatives somewhere when it’s plain she does not want to have anything with them?” I asked with a little frown and she gave me an intense look that was worrisome.“And what if that is not the case?” Erica murmured softly and I was more confused.“I don’t understand where you are going with this.” It is a good thing our Mum is spending a good lot on our education, at this rate, with the constant way I keep having a deep conversation with my twin sister, I am worried I will soon exhaust all the English words I know and start looking for more.“What if Mum doesn’t know? Have you thought of this? What if she was not lying and she genuinely has amnesia? What then?” My sister suggested blandly and I could not look away, I froze dramatically.“Holy cow! What the hell?” It was my turn to utter some unacceptable words but my sister was neither worried nor shocked, she chuckled instead. Probably bec

Anne Summer. Sweating hard from the cold dream, I knew I was not going to sleep again. As usual! Taking my robe from the chair close to the bed, I left the room quietly without waking the sleeping man on the other side. Though I wish I can always blame him for my present predicament, a sense of fairness will not let me, knowing full well I was a willing participant in the topic that has now become a nightmare in our lives. Seven good years! Seven good years since I last saw and embraced my child to my bosom and even now, till now I cannot believe I allowed myself and my husband to do that to her. To our only child! Just because of one mistake. Walking to her room as I usually did, I pressed the switch on the wall and the darkness vanished into brightness as I moved slowly to stand at the centre of the room. A room that’s still as neat and girly as the day she left it. Moving to the full set of mirrors that was a gift on her sixteenth birthday, a nostalgic smile flitted across m

Anne Summer.I heard a door opening quietly behind me and I allowed my mind to come back to the present as I kept my eyes on the picture in my hand without turning to look at the man I knew would be watching my actions silently from the doorway.“Thinking of our daughter again. Ain’t you?” He finally asked gently and I sighed softly before turning to look at him.“It has been seven years, Josh. Seven good years since we sent our daughter away from her home.” I whispered with shame.“Stop thinking of it that way, Anne. You are only going to hurt yourself more with the guilt of it. Can’t you see what the pain and guilt is doing to my body? I am barely surviving.” My husband called my attention to his body that is now frail and weak and it reminded me again that I am not the only one suffering. My pain might be more visible because I am a female and I am very emotional, but that he does not cry around like I do does not mean he is not feeling the heat of fire also. Both of us had never