AN: SO I MAY HAVE GOTTEN A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY TRYING TO MAKE PLOT HAPPEN. THIS ONE WAS JUST TOO LONG TO DO MY USUAL DUAL PART... IM GONNA TRY AND GET BELLA IP AND EDITED WITHIN THE NEXT DAY OR SO. I ALSO HAVE AN ALTERNATE POV TREAT FOR Y'ALL. I WANNA APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE LACK OF CITRUS IN THE CHAPTER... it had to be done.

Rated M: because I can't stop myself and my wildly informal language

Disclaimer: claim the disclaim and claim chowder... idk Stephanie and whoever aren't me.

Chapter 8

JPOV

Part 1

Fucking Fight

I approach Edward with one goal in mind.

"Edward. I think we should teach Bella how to fight."

He blanches, "Jasper that's not a very good idea. I don't like the idea of her fighting. Besides I can protect her."

My face twists into one of concern. When you read emotions long enough, you know how to fake them.

"You can't be with her twenty-four seven, Edward. It's unrealistic. Besides I know that you plan on keeping her human as long as possible. She should know how to defend herself if, for instance, she runs into trouble in the sunlight."

Edward thinks on this, but I can tell he's not convinced, so I continue with:

"You know as well as I do that not all monsters are supernatural. What happened in Port Angeles is more common than people would have you believe, and with Bella being the trouble magnet she is-…" I let the sentence hang, knowing my brother is already running through millions of worst-case scenarios that will scare the shit out of him and stress him out.

"What do you suggest?" He finally asks. I fight hard to hide the satisfaction I feel in getting my way once again. My scheming is certainly paying off. I oughta pat myself on the back. I'm a genius. The things I do for my girl.

"I could teach her some self defense maneuvers and she could practice them with Peter and I." At the mention of Peter, a rush of lust engulfs me coming from Edward. What the hell has he been thinking lately? As a vampire it's not uncommon to be more sexually fluid. You live long enough, you get curious. Edward, however, has always been staunchly opposed to experimenting with other men… until recently.

I move forward without mentioning his emotions, but I file that information away for later, "If I can talk Alice into it, she can join. You know she's never been interested in combat… Bella, however, has expressed an interest." My words seem to have a calming effect on Edward as he nods dumbly and pulls his phone from his pocket, dialing Bella's number.

I internally fist pump when I hear her sultry lilt on the other end of the line.

"Hey Edward!" I wonder what she's up to over there.

"Hey love! I was just speaking with Jasper, and we thought it might be fun to do some self-defense training with you. Well, he'll probably do it. I wouldn't want to accidentally hurt you. I might spar with one of the others while you train, though. …Mostly just to keep myself well-practiced and keep an eye on you for safety." Edward is a simpering fool when it comes to Bella. It's like he has no idea how strong she really is. Then again, he's never really known. His ignorance of her strength has been to my unbelievable gain in that department.

I can just imagine it now. Her stance will need adjusting and I can come up behind her and grind against her ass to rearrange her limbs. All that yoga should assist her balance, and these exercises will be beneficial if she remembers them through her change.

"I'll see you soon, my love. I'll be in the living room when you arrive." And there he stands. Edward is standing in front of me completely frozen still. It's as if he stops existing when she's not here. 'Fuck! Do something with yourself. Read! Go for a run! Kill someone! I don't care, just move, damn it.'

Well, if he's just going to be there, idling in the living room like a repressed weirdo, that's on him. I'm headed back to my room. Peter should be around. At least his company is somewhat less infuriating.

"Peter? …Where are you?" I shout upstairs as I make it halfway up the staircase.

He struts out of my room door in nothing but a low-hanging towel, a cloud of steam following him as he exits. He must have left my bathroom door wide open during his hour-long shower, steam filling up my whole damn room. Now everything's gonna be damp. He didn't even towel off! Fucking dripping water all over the goddamn floor. Alice is gonna kill me.

"Well, suck my dick and call me 'Peter.' That's some shower you got there, J! Do I have time to get dressed?" He announces to the whole house as he makes his way towards the railing near the upper landing.

Edward whimpers as he stares at Peter's thick, muscular form. This is exactly why I invited him. Peter is an exceptionally good-looking vampire. His light blonde hair is straight and falls slightly over his face. He likes to wear it in that stupid hipster, half man-bun thing… the worst part about it is that douchey style actually looks fucking amazing on him. He has blonde and reddish stubble peppered on his face and a hypnotic intensity in his eyes. He's strong and scarred and has a very useful skill. He knows exactly how to get under people's skin, and Edward is crawling in his right now. Edward is absolutely screwed if he thinks he's gonna be able to avoid his fresh new fascination with men. I may be making it slightly worse with my ability, but it has to start somewhere, right?

I smirk, "I, personally, don't care if you wear clothes or not. It's Edward's call. His human will be here soon."

Peter's eyes sparkle in amusement before he tosses his towel right in front of Edward's feet and asks, "So, Edward… yes or no on caging my anaconda?" He waggles his eyebrows and runs his hand down his length. I watch Edward's Adam's apple bob up and down as he takes a hard gulp.

'It is quite an impressive anaconda, Edward.'

Edward clears his throat. …Even though doesn't have to. He's a vampire.

"Please dress appropriately in the presence of my fiancé, Peter."

Peter smirks and nods, "I'll just let the lady decide if she wants to see it later."

…The fuck did he just say?

Not. Fucking. Funny, Peter! I glare at him and wander off as I growl lowly and wait for MY Bella on the porch while I carve at a chunk of wood I grabbed off a tree I fucking annihilated a while back.

I've managed to turn the piece into a rather impressive nothing by the time Bella shows up. All this scheming is putting me in a shitty mood. I crush the wood in frustration, and she arrives to see me here, being grumpy on the porch. Her hands come up to my hair and rake through my blonde waves. I lift my head to greet her. My gaze moves to face her instead of the ground and she smiles at me. My shitty mood lifts, and a goofy grin is suddenly paints my face.

"Hi, pretty Bella."

Bella blushes and tugs on my hair to let me know I'm being a chick and I need to get it together before we see the family.

"Hey, Jasper! Read any good books lately?"

My eyes shift to black when I think about her hot little hips rocking as I had my fingers deep in her dripping core and I growl lowly. She smirks and raises a pleased eyebrow. Her expression reads, 'That's better, cowboy.' It says, 'Don't forget who you belong to.' It caresses my inner monster and beckons him to purr in her lap like a satisfied kitten. It demands that I follow her to the ends of the earth and do everything in my power to make her happy. I would gladly slaughter a whole town to prove my love. Love? Yeah, that feels right. I love making her cum. I love watching her lie to the family just to keep our secret playtime a secret. I love the way she looks at me because she's just as obsessed as I am.

The buzzing, electric energy between us is palpable and unhealthy and fucking primal and necessary. It's not a want, it's a need. ..And I will train her to fight. I will train her to fuck. We will light this fucking world up together because it belongs to us. Fuck 'em, it's you and me, precious girl.

"Ready to learn how to kick some ass, darlin'?"

This time is for me and the family's favorite heartbeat. -The only one truly alive among us. I'm going to make sure little red knows how to take down a big bad wolf before she goes galavanting off to grandma's house, that's for sure.

As soon as I arrive I see that Peter is shirtless and flirting with Edward and Bella simultaneously. He's being a fucking show-off and if I need to remind him who wins these fights between us, I will fucking remind him. Edward is so busy drooling over Peter's muscular chest that he wouldn't notice if I fucked Bella right here, out in the open, right next to him. There's plenty to notice too, since Bella showed up in microscopic skin-tight shorts. Fuuuuck that body is ridiculous.

Unfortunately, Peter has also noticed how tempting Bella is. Her body has become irresistible since she started doing yoga daily. And she's dangerously stretchy. He's winking at Bella and I'm fucking trying to remain calm as I deal with everyone's fucking lust. We're lucky this shit hasn't turned into an orgy yet. I'm barely hanging on.

"Well, if it isn't the famous Cullen cookie jar. Boy would I love to get caught with my hands in you…" Peter's crimson eyes rake over Bella's form, and I fight my inner demon back because I know this is all a part of Peter's game. He's an insatiable flirt.

"If you ever get bored of the bunny munchers let me know. I'll show you how a real vampire handles a lady."

She giggles and I growl at Peter, "Don't you have some sparring to do, Pete?"

Peter cocks his head to the side and smirks, looping his arm over Edward's shoulder, gripping onto it.

"I would be, but Edward here is having trouble focusing. I think his girl's distracting him." He winks at Bella, and she giggles again. He's not that fucking funny, Bella! I roll my eyes.

I knew inviting Peter was just gonna add to the problem, but what other option did I have? I sigh inwardly; this is a fucking disaster waiting to happen. I raise a challenging eyebrow at him and focus my attention on Bella.

"Okay Bella, we're gonna start first with assessing the weak points in your defenses. These are the basic building blocks you need to know for combat. You can't expect to land a punch if you can't defend yourself long enough to stay alive. The best way to fight is to observe and react. Watch how the other person moves. Take notes. You need to know what moves your opponent will make before they make them. Study their attack patterns. Duck, dodge, feint, evade, block only if you have to until you know enough about their fighting style that their every move is predictable. All they will know of your style is that you can evade and block. They'll be at the disadvantage. Once we've gotten your stance nice and strong and your defensive techniques down, we'll watch a couple of sparring rounds with Peter, Edward, and myself. If I can get these boys to keep it slow enough to follow, you would benefit from paying attention."

A fire ignited behind Bella's eyes, and I recognize it. I have it. She's excited to know how to handle shit herself. She's no shrinking violet, my girl is a predator. A grin rips across her face as she locks eyes with me.

"Can't wait." That's my girl.

I walk her through how to maintain a basic ready stance and some fundamental evasion tactics. I tell her to watch my every move as I throw a few practice swings at her at a slower-than human pace, so she can keep up. I tell her to watch my feet, because that's where the power of a strike comes from. If I push down onto the ground with my back foot, she knows to dodge in the opposite direction. Her footwork is surprisingly adept. She seems to have a keen sense of where her body is. Maybe our 'activities' have given her the spatial awareness and muscle control she was lacking before. Her coordination has improved exponentially.

As we work through the flow of defenses I designed to protect her neck, head, liver, and heart from damage, I watch as her defenses gradually grow sloppier. Her guard keeps dropping.

"Lower that right elbow and lean back. You need to protect your liver. It's important. That's a target you don't want gettin' hit. You need to be light on your front foot and stabilize yourself with the other. Stay on your toes. Float between the balls of your feet. Be sure to bounce slightly, so you're ready to spring out of the way of any strikes coming at you. Always be ready to duck if you notice they're aiming high. We want to keep you from being knocked down to the ground. Groundwork is tough. We'll cover that next session. Right now, our focus is on their striking and your evading. We will cover grappling at a later date."

Bella is huffing and panting as her body starts to fatigue from the movement cycles she's repeating.

"Jasper we've been at this all day. I need a break. I don't have endless vampire energy to devote to this."

I chuckle, "Bella, darlin', it's only been an hour… but sure. Let's watch Peter and Edward spar and I can walk you through what you're seeing." I sit her down on the blanket we laid out just for her and point her towards the basket of food and drink that Esme so graciously prepared for her. She practically inhales it all. I may have underestimated her hunger, thirst, and fatigue. Fragile little human.

I watch the sweat bead down her neck and all I want to do is lick it up. My eyes darken as I gaze at her form in those tiny fucking shorts. My god, she has no idea how much I want to peel those off of her and slide inside her right here and now. As her eyes meet mine, I take back that thought. She knows exactly how much I want that. I watch a smirk tug at her lips as she tries to cover it by sliding her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it softly.

Her body shifts closer to mine, "Can you point everything out to me as it's happening?" She crawls into my lap, "I don't wanna miss anything."

Jesus fuck-knuckle christ… Feeling that soft little ass on my lap… I swear I'm gonna cum in my goddamn pants. Peter is rolling around on the grass, toying with Edward, who is trying way too goddamned hard.

I whisper into her ear, "Bella, if you don't knock it off, we're gonna have a lot of explaining to do."

Her pert little ass bounces and grinds against my lap, "Sorry, had to adjust my position for comfort." She arches her back and a soft moan escapes her, "There. Is this good for you?"

My eyes roll back as her arousal floods my nostrils, "…Dear god."

"No?" She giggles and continues in a sultrier tone, "How do you want me, Jasper?"

All the air leaves my lungs due to her little 'adjustment', and I groan. "…Fuck…"

My dick is throbbing something fierce. I feel like I'm about to bust out of my pants and into hers. Bella shifts again and I can feel her mischief as she practically moans:

"There. Right there. Now I'm comfortable, sooo good.."

I bite back a growl, but my voice is noticeably huskier as I speak.

"So… ahem… Peter is assessing Edward's style, testing his blind spots and learning his patterns. He's looking for an opening. It's not particularly easy facing off against a mind reader. Peter's moves have to be snap reactions with little thought. Taking into account Edward's speed, evading his attacks becomes more difficult. However, where Edward has speed, Peter has strength… Peter also has a vast well of combat experience to draw from. We did serve together, after all."

Bella's beginning to focus on the fight as I relay the information to her in whispers. My fingertips find themselves crawling up her thighs as I vocalize the observations she should be paying attention to. I can feel her shudder as puffs of air from each of my words tickle the nape of her long, slender neck. Her soft, warm, delicate skin against my fingertips ignites my lust. Her heavenly aroma is drifting into my senses, and I'm absolutely drunk on her. My need to mark, to claim, to taste her is itching at me. I revel in her soft warmth and for the first time, all I want to do is hold her. I also just want to squeeze her to me until she pops… No. I shouldn't do that. She's not a tube of toothpaste… she would die.

Bella's breathing is shallow as she presses her lower back up against my body. I can feel the muscles in her thighs fight to stay modestly closed while her desire pushes them open for me. I run my nose along the column of her neck, tickling the thin, invisible hairs there.

"Precious girl, I'm positively coming undone for you…" I breathe, "…What are you doing to me?"

Bella closes her eyes softly and her eyebrows crease as she focuses on something. A wash of affection, comfort and desire surrounds me. She's communicating with her emotions.

"This feels… different." she whispered.

"What do you mean?" I ask but I know. This isn't us caught in each other's lust. This isn't a hormone or irrational greed for each other's bodies. This is intimate. This is needing physical contact for comfort. There's a sexual edge to it, but there's a closeness we're sharing that's more than just a shallow lust.

Bella turns her head toward me and buries her face into the side of my throat, nuzzling up against me. She lays soft kisses there and whispers:

"I want to keep you, cowboy."

I frown, muttering under my breath:

"…You accepted his proposal."

She huffs, "What was I supposed to do? Let the family leave me again when we break up? …Then wait patiently for the Volturri to take me out while you all hang out at some new high school, luring another innocent human into the vampire den? No thanks. I'm not an idiot. I don't have any options left. Death or undeath. That's it."

"I wouldn't leave you behind."

"But you did." she sighs and gave me a pointed look, "-and so did your wife."

"Look, Bella, I-"

"Stop talking, Jasper. I just told you how I feel. Now you know. I want to keep you. …Ball's in your court." She smiles and settles back against me.

Pleasure fills me at her declaration and a soft rumbling sound rises from within me. It's too low for the others to hear, but I can sense that Bella is feeling it. As much as I am enjoying this, a sudden fear strikes me.

There is no end to this. Im gonna have to find a way to keep her. This isn't over when I take her. This is gonna be a disaster. Somehow a grin splits my face at the idea of a red eyed vicious Bella at my side. Strong, sexy, lethal Bella. My Bella.

Bella pulls me out of my musings with a soft laugh.

"You know… you don't have to trick me into these outfits, Jasper. You could just ask me to wear spandex."

"I… uhhh… just…"

She breaks into a full rolling laughter as I growl and refocus her onto the battle at hand.

"Watch now… Peter's about to take this up a notch."

Peter releases a roar into the air staggering Edwards gait. As Peter lurches forward into a light sprint, Edward races for the tree line to climb up to higher ground.

"Watch as Edward's speed plays to his advantage here. He can outpace Peter's charge. Peter knows this, he's been watching. I'm sure he's already hatched another plan on how to take Edward down. I wonder what it is. Let's keep watching. It's about to get interesting."

Suddenly Peter burrows underneath the tree Edward dashed up moments prior. I can see Edward losing track of him as he continues to leap from treetop to treetop.

A few moments later, Peter emerges from the spot he disappeared from earlier, shouting:

"You can't stay up there all day, pretty boy. This is a sparring session, not hide-and-seek."

Peter's definitely got something up his sleeve. There has to be another reason he stayed burrowed for so long. I look closer at the terrain of the battlefield. To the naked eye, it would appear to look just the same as it was before. No. No, Peter's a genius. The second Edward's feet touch the ground, and he tries to run away from him again, he trips on loose soil and missteps, stumbling for a moment, trying to regain his footing. Peter capitalizes on this and grabs him from behind, scooping him up into a tight one-armed bear hug. His arm is wrapped around Edward's torso. He grabs a fistful of Edward's hair, pulling it tight to expose his neck. He runs his tongue along Edward's throat and growls.

"What just happened?" Bella asks.

"Peter's a digger." I say with a sly smirk, rather proud of my ex-subordinate.

"I don't think you're allowed to say that anymore, Major."

"-What?! No, I said-"

"…I know you fought for the other side and everything, but-"

"Jesus, Bella. No, I did not say that! I lived through the sixties, Bella. I know better."

Bella chuckles to herself. She's fucking with me. I understand that now. The look on her face is even more proud than mine was a second ago. I fell for it. Not gonna lie, that was pretty good. I can't stay at mad her. Back to matter at hand.

"You taste delicious, pretty boy. Do you submit to me?" Peter snarls.

Edward's eyes pop open and darken with lust as he wriggles, captured. He finds himself immobile, trapped by the grapple Peter has on him. His legs are dangling three inches off the ground. His arms are pinned to his side, neck exposed to Peter's teeth. Eddie is well and truly fucked. There's no way out of that hold unless Peter's dumb enough to move his face in range for a rear headbutt… but despite how he comes off sometimes, Peter's not an idiot.

Peter growls viciously, 'inadvertently' grinding his hips against Edward's ass. He hisses a command in Edward's ear, "Submit, pretty boy, let Uncle Peter take care of you."

Edward's eyes roll back as he goes limp in Peter's arms. The bulge of his erection is impossible to miss and the change in his pants is visible from twenty yards away, even for human eyes. He's absolutely mortified at his own physical reaction to Peter and just wants it to be over.

"I submit!" He cries out.

Peter purrs into his ear, "Good boy."

A groan slips out from Edward's mouth as Peter tosses him down onto his back. Edward lifts himself off the ground and drags his feet as he shuffles off into the forest, muttering about hunting and needing time to recover… Yes… 'recover'. Apparently that's what the kids are calling it these days. I prefer the word 'masturbate' but hey, I'm old school.

Peter beats his strong, muscular chest and roars out in triumphant victory.

"Who's next?" He looks over at Bella and asks, "What about you, Cookie? Care to take Peter-Peter-human-eater for a spin?"

I growl, setting Bella back down onto the blanket as I rise to my feet and dust off my jeans, calming myself. I slip out of my shoes and shed my shirt, readying myself for the match. The second Bella notices my bare torso, her lust skyrockets. I glance over my shoulder, locking eyes with her briefly. Her eyelids are heavy as she leers in my direction. I smirk, proudly, knowing that it's me that's doing that to her.

"Nawh, I think it's my turn, Pete. You ready for me?"

Peter grins, "Aren't I always, J?"

"You might not feel that way once I get my hands on you." I say, chuckling as I cock an eyebrow at him.

"Oh but you know that I love the way it feels when you touch me…"

Peter grins back at me shamelessly. He's just trying to get in my head and knock me off my game. I've long since dropped the guilt I used to carry with me for being with him. I've lived long enough to know that boredom leads to pleasurable discoveries. As an empath I'm all about pleasure. I don't give a fuck where I find it.

"I'm well aware of that, Pete. Even without my power… the noises you make are quite the indicator." My mind plays a little loop of mine and Peter's highlights for Edward to dine on as I hear him leave my hearing range.

Peter is fully amused as he barks out a laugh, "Aw shucks, you got me. I just wanted a chance to ride my favorite cowboy one more time. How ever have I survived this long dieting on pussy when you know I just wanna indulge on that cock of yours? I know, I know, I have to maintain my girlish figure, but I just can't help myself."

"I should have brought some duct tape. That mouth of yours really does get you in trouble, Pete. It would be for your own good. What will it take to shut you up? If shoving my cock down your throat will bring me some peace and quiet, I guess beggars can't be choosers."

A girly giggle bursts out from behind me. Admittedly, I do enjoy these moments of banter between me and Peter. He's a master at shit talking. It's his favorite pastime. That, and shoving his dick in anyone or anything he can get his hands on. Our dirty rapport has gotten my little minx blushing and laughing. God, I need to be inside her as soon as possible. I fucking need it.

The second my attention shifts to Bella; Peter charges at me at full speed. I wait until the very last moment and casually take a couple steps to the side, perfectly timing my steps to evade his assault. I crouch down and prepare for my next move. Coiling into myself, I prime myself to pounce, ready to tear into my cocky bastard of a brother. I watch him like a hawk, waiting for my chance to strike. Well… I have better vision than a hawk. I watch him like a vampire-hawk.

Peter's shit-eating grin splits his face as he taunts me.

"Still playing hard to get, J? I thought we were past this."

I chuckle darkly, "Oh, Petey… I never could stay away from you. Why don't you get a little closer? Come give your best bud a hug. I won't bite. Well, I might."

"Jazzy, jazzy, jazzy… when are you gonna get it through your head that I want a hell of a lot more than a hug? How about this? …I win, and you let me take a crack at Edward's human. You win, and I'll diddle the little copperhead until he forgets she exists and y'all can ride off into the sunset. Happily ever after, like in those fruity little fairytales."

Fuck he knows exactly how to get under my skin. That shit was not supposed to be said out loud. I growl under my breath, clenching a fist tightly by my side.

"Like I said, your mouth gets you in trouble."

He smirked at me, "You're not being very reasonable, Jazzy. What's to stop me from leaving you to reassemble on your own like an abandoned mister potato head when I claim my prize?"

Bella loudly feigns an obviously fake yawn and shouts out from the sidelines: "Is this a rap battle? Cause you guys are doing an awful lot of talking but I'm not seeing any action. Cut to the good stuff. Do you guys need time to bang it out before you can fight? I could turn away. How long do you guys need?"

Peter laughs and looks at me, "I like her, J. She's funny." He raises his voice so Bella can hear him clearly, "Psychological aspect of combat is just as important as the physical, cookie. If I can get Jazzy here worked up enough that his emotions get in the way of strategy and logic, he's far more likely to make a mistake. Keeping a cool head is important. It's what separates winners from losers. It's what keeps you alive. Can't fall asleep at the wheel."

Bella's nodding and watching me with intense focus. Without looking her way, I can sense her eyes on me. Can't slip now. Peter closes in once again, taking a swing near my face. I know this punch just intended to distract me so he can get his other hand onto my shoulder so he can push me into another one of his pitfalls he created earlier. But he forgot one thing. I watched his fight with Edward the whole time. I know to look out for these things. Playing unaware, I allow him to close the distance between us. I lean back to avoid the punch. He reaches for my shoulder, just like I predicted, and I immediately dip down low and sweep his legs with my forearm, right behind his knees, throwing off his center of gravity as I knock him off of his feet. Once on the ground I place my foot down onto his throat and grab onto his ankle, twisting it almost to the point where I can easily break his foot clean off his body.

"Submit or I'm taking your foot, Petey. Fight it and I take the whole damn leg."

Peter taps out, "Whatever, Jazzy, I'll let you look good in front of your little crush. I submit. Now where'd my pretty boy second place trophy run off to?" He saunters toward where Edward darted off. With a mock salute he zips across the field following Edward's scent deep into the woods.

Why does it never fully satisfy to win a round against Peter? Because even if he loses, he manages to fuck your mind up enough that you still walk away feeling like you lost something. A sense of self; dignity, perhaps.

I stroll back over to the area where Bella is sitting and ask, "Do you think you learned anything useful today, or was this a waste of time?"

"I found out I have a keen investment in becoming one with the sandwich. Also, you look fucking incredible topless and fighting." She winks.

Her panties are drenched, I can practically taste it. Thank god, or nature, or the devil… or whoever for my vampire senses. It's seeping through her shorts, my beautiful messy girl. She wants nothing more than to ride my cock to pleasure town. I want nothing more than to give her the opportunity to achieve that goal. I am a giver. It's important to give back. You only live once. Feeds the soul or whatever garbage you need to tell yourself. I'm gonna fuck that virgin pussy and coat her insides with me. I'm gonna have her moaning and groaning and grinding so hard she won't be able to see, hear, or speak fucking evil and she certainly shouldn't be walking around with those disabilities. I really am just looking after her. I'll just carry her around all day on my cock and she will be happy. I know this because it would make me happy to be permanently buried in her moist, tight heat. Imagine how good it would feel for her if I took off running with her in that position. Warms my charitable heart to know I'm providing such a noble service.