“Yes,” she gasped, “but not so hard.”
To my eyes, he rammed her even harder. I felt sick. Sex vedio Clearly, the puritanical Emma was having sex. I was nervous and excited both at the same time. Not that she would believe me, of course. As nauseated as the entire scene made me, I was fascinated, too. At least, I thought I liked her enough that I would want to date her. I drove through the countryside, avoiding the pubs that were my usual haunts, finally arriving in Reading well after midnight. But not yet, I thought. Her long hair was in ponytails, her face was clear of make up and she looked much younger than her nineteen years. I looked up in his face, noticing that the sweat beads were gathering at the end of his thick beard and every time he would move, they would break off and land on his chest. I left early, telling my best friend Brian that I had a late night date, trying to make an alibi for myself should the trouble ensue and I found myself in a tight spot.
