“I ... Why didn’t you tell me that...”“Why didn’t I tell you that I despise the way you keep pushing me and Cecilia together? Why didn’t I...tell you I had no interest in a house? I fucking DID! You don’t listen. You got your way. What difference does it make now?! You treat me like a pawn and push me around. You have your lover and you get to keep him secret, but you want to know exactly WHO I’m with and apparently WHAT we’re doing. You want us to text you when our next meeting is so you’re in. She enjoyed the simple pleasures of country life and had similar hopes, dreams and fears as any young girl on the verge of womanhood. She wanted to be loved, and a chance to give love in return. Nancy wondered sometimes if her wishes would ever come true, if she would ever be able to have a real relationship, as Nancy was sexually molested by her stepfather as a very young girl. Although her stepfather had long since left, Nancy was still haunted by vivid memories and horrible dreams. Anytime a. As he watched his fellow villagers hurl abuse at her he felt a stirring in his loin. When they turned to him for advice he was momentarily lost for words. He knew he had to have her. He cared about nothing else, as he struggled to work out a scheme so that he could get her alone. He struggled to maintain the outward appearance of piety as he hurled insults at her while feeling his cock stiffen.The suggestion of driving her up into the mountains might well suit his purpose, as long as. It was far better to lie there, and enjoy the moment. Her mind drifted over the events of the night before, of the expression on Patrick’s face when she’d let the dress slip from her shoulders, of his climaxing in her mouth, and her imbibing his semen, …and most of all, the intensity of their coupling. Her fingers crept to her crotch and thighs, noting the mess of crusted semen and fluids, and the still-warm moist patch under her. Despite the clamminess, she was content to remain still. She’d.