At 4:09

The doorbell chime

A drunken man with flowers in hand.

A sobered lie.

A desperate cry

"I'm so sorry my dear."

Whimpered Alistair.

"I couldn't stay away from you.

For I've searched the whole city

Looking for you,

I know you're mad, and I'm so sad

That you just took off like that. Please don't cry, I love you Ruth.

Let me in, please."

And I did let him in

Without hesitation

And we made love

That could shake the nation.

His lips on mine, in a passionate kiss and his fingers made his way up my core, in and out they go as I moan for more. So wet by his touch, he entered another. Oh my goodness! He fondles my goodness. He sucks on my breast, like a hungry child, the pleasure sweeping my body to a hundred mile. He entered his self without warning. Thrust after thrust, I scream his name. His thick shaft, part my centre going deeper that 9". My legs tremble as he thrust again, reminding me that I'm more than a friend. He grind and groan being as hard as a stone. He pinned me down, and dug some more. He pulled my hair, and griped my throat. He bit me all over my body. I scream and yell and punch and shout. We reached our climax and called me his lady and at that moment I knew that I was bearing his first baby.