’ Bridget stood staring dumbfounded at the back of his head in disbelief. There were several things she wanted to say right then, but decided agains... it. Grabbing her frumpy terrycloth bathrobe from the hook on the back of the closet door and storming from the room, all she could manage to say was, ‘You’re unbelievable, absolutely unbelievable!’ # Bridget ended up in the family room, where she stood looking at her reflection in one of the two huge mirrors covering both entire end walls of the. Oldham vetoed the idea, saying he would take me. An argument ensued, making me wish I could drive myself.We didn't talk for the first twenty miles, both lost in our own thoughts. Mr. Oldham broke the silence. "How's it going Sammy? Has that asshole given you any more trouble?" No sir. Everything is going well," I said, knowing he was referring to Colonel Travis."Did you make it through the quarter okay?" Yes sir, I did okay," I answered, not sure how much information he wanted or needed to. Betsy offered herself to Ron and he told her that she was the only woman he cared for. The first time was magic. Dreaming about that remarkable night sent a shiver down her back. He just kept pushing her buttons, buttons that she didn't know she had. The final blow came when Ron accidentally hit her boob and he said he was sorry. At the time, Betsy was overcome with his "sincerity" and she willingly gave her soul to a scoundrel.Everything Ron told her, or did to her, made complete sense at the. Slowly she adjusted to the pressure between her thighs, and as he sensed her starting to relax he pressed forward a little. He started slowly, gently in and out, with short strokes. She moaned a little. “You’re too big for me Dieter, please?” He ignored her. He continued in and out, very deliberately he was making short thrusts, but with each stroke he increased his penetration. With satisfaction he noticed that gradually she was taking more of his cock before the inevitable wince. .