1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love - Conclusion


    Date: 1/6/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Pregnant, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.7, Source: sexstories.com

    should put me down. Momma will know what we’re doing. We’ve been in here a long time and we’re dirtier now than when we began.” “I don’t care if she knows. We’re allowed. We’re married, remember?” “Yes, darling; I love when you do me, but I hate the thought of anyone else doing it. That’s what I was most afraid of, Ty—not dying, but…” I silenced her by covering her mouth with mine as I lowered her legs, grabbed the soap and bathed the most wonderful woman in the world. We climbed into bed ten minutes later laughing and loving like old times. “I’m so lucky,” I whispered, “to have you, Cinda. I love you to pieces.” “I love you, Ty, but I think we need to sleep. We have classes tomorrow morning and you have a game tomorrow night.” She kissed me again, snuggled close and the next thing I knew the alarm was blaring in my ear. I dressed, put Fred out and began breakfast. Momma left an hour later for work and we were back to normal. We had classes in different directions so I waved good-bye to Cinda and climbed into the truck. We expected a reaction from our classmates and we got one. The story had made local TV and the front page of the Sunday newspaper, fortunately way down the page. Today’s told of the arrest of a suspect. Later in the week it would be revealed that four rapes and a murder over the past year had been solved with his arrest. This man would see a long time in prison, probably even life. Detective Sommers stopped by on Thursday evening with the news, confirming ...
    that other prisoners hated rapists even to the point of murdering them. Rarely were such killings ever solved. That sounded just fine with me. I picked Cinda up after my third class for lunch at the student union before driving home for four hours of studying. Then I left for the pre-game meeting and dinner. I was on the foul line during the shoot around when Glenn dribbled over. Maintaining my concentration on the rim I spoke quietly, “I owe you one. Just make sure you move to the basket on my drives.” He shot the ball, laughing as it clanged off the front of the rim. Mine went through the middle of the hoop. CHAPTER 23 We played our first game that night against the Southeastern Louisiana Lions—a school that was about fifty miles east of Baton Rouge in Hammond—a game that should be an easy tune up for us. I played well on defense in the first half, but, clearly, my mind was elsewhere on offense where I had three points and three assists. We were in the locker room at halftime listening to Coach analyze our play. “Fair, but that’s all. We should be up twenty instead of eight. You all right, Ty?” “Sorry, Coach—it’s been a really tough weekend. I’ll be okay.” “Don’t be afraid to be more aggressive. We all know how you can score. Okay…let’s go.” We were walking to center court when Everett took me aside. “Relax, Ty. Your wife is okay and we’ll still like you if you miss a shot.” I laughed. The second half was better. I shot five for six—three for three on three pointers—and dished ...
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