That's me, lying there on the new beautiful bed we shopped for for so long, and bought just for this purpose. That's me... finally. Absorbed as I am i... the image of myself, Robert's voice startles me. "You certainly are a beautiful sight, love." I turn my attention to him, as he stands by the side of the bed, a glass of wine in his hand, smiling warmly down at me."Robert, kiss me..." I start to say, but he leans over me, and presses his finger to my lips, and says, "Shhhh. Not a sound."But he. I still had a few inches of shaft to go, but that would take a bit of pile driving action. I drew back and started ramming the tight young woman as she howled pitifully " OMG! AAAAAHHHH! AAAAAYYYY! AAAAHHHH! ". Whatever it felt like for her, the feel of her underprepared and tight undersized virgin pussy milking my cock sent shivers of excitement through my body as I slammed her with my cock.Her pussy resisting each thrust, clamping down in a vain attempt at stopping each subsequent penile. I did not bother to tell her I was a private again since the captain had recently taken away my stripes for reporting late and drunk and for cussing at him and his slattern. I believe I had made corporal three times by then, but you can check my records in the last book.She hesitated briefly, looking slightly bemused or amused, and then said I could call her Amelia Forbes and claimed cheerily, with another small curtsey, that she was pleased to meet me. She seemed to measure me as if she was. “Wait a minute! You invited me out here for a drink, and you want me to make the drinks?” I exclaimed.“Thank you, dear.”“Christ on a crutch!” I grabbed a bottle of semi-dry Riesling off the rack. “Wine okay?”“Thank you.”I just rolled my eyes and pulled a corkscrew out and opened it up. I poured two glasses and sat down at the corner of the island, facing her. “You really know how to push your luck!”“Giving away your children’s money isn’t pushing your luck? They’ll starve without you!” she said.