His hips gyrate, thrusting over her. She's beautiful. Her hair, her eyes - she's the kind of woman he should marry. He doesn't think of his father and how dating, marrying a beautiful woman was something he should have done. That maybe the right wife would heal the hole in his heart that bastard left-

He doesn't care.

He doesn't care and that thought, that sense of freedom away from him makes him pump harder. He's so close it hurts and he feels freer then he ever has.

"Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus Christ anne, Anne...Anne!-"

The comes with a loud groan hoping to God she was close to him. So inspiring.