”“Can I ask a serious question?”“Sure.”“Would you marry me if mom signed the papers?”“She won’t,” I said. “I’m sure of that.�...“That’s not what I asked.”It was a tough question. I could answer it either way. In one sense, the answer was a resounding ‘no’ since she was so young. In another sense, it was an unqualified ‘yes’ since I loved her dearly, she was a great friend and companion, and she was, in fact, fantastic in bed.“I don’t do speculative questions, Penny. They’re dangerous.”“Please. Wanna drink?" I offered.We got a beer and sat down chatting; she would be able to hear ourvoices from her room as we talked. She would be aware that I wasn'talone and that she would have to show herself in girly mode to anotherman. This combined with the clothing that she would be in the process ofputting on would only add to her fear and confusion about just what herlittle 'treat' for this evening would really be!Danny and I, it transpired were obviously on the same wavelength on howwe wanted. I'd like to question Ellen Tremons now."Ellen went up to the witness stand and sat down. "Do you wish legal counsel before we continue?" he asked her.Ellen said, "No sir." Very well then. Let the record show that the minor Ellen Tremons does not wish to speak with counsel at this time."He asked her, "Do you want Mr. DeShade to adopt you?"Ellen answered, "Yes sir, I do. I love him very much and I want him to be my father."The judge said, "Very well. So, what medal did you get if I may ask?"Ellen. It was such an erotic sight. Her pupils widened, her eyelids drooped, and her speed on me increased and her grip on my balls tightened, her long nails searing my skin. I could hold back no longer. I felt the rise of my semen through my cock and then the ejaculation burst from me, sending streams of my hot seed deep into Jennifer’s throat. I think it must have been when the first hot stream hit her throat that she groaned heavily, the vibrations through my cock helping me continue, and her body.