He glanced up at me and smiled as he told me what a great ass I had. I wondered if I could ever make him cum again. He seemed like he was going to go ...n forever. There was no slowing him down, he just kept fucking me for what seemed like forever. Jack finally pulled out and laid back down on the bed and motioned for me to climb back on top. He said he was getting close and loved to have his gurl ride him to climax. I was eager to oblige him, I was beat. I mounted him once again and began to. " It's the sex, isn't it?" A slight streak thru her tone.Don came back, right over the top:"What sex?" You knew the rules, Donald. My father forbids it."That forbiddance failed to stop Donald Hollinger one night. She'd held no grudge, had told no one, not even her mother, nor her Priest. Not a soul. She'd kept it close to her heart, it was the only way she could find the strength to forgive him."You can never forgive me. You won't even look at me." I did forgive you. I can forget, Donald. I. Once all the celebrations and noise making were over and things seemed to return to normal. People were coming back from their hideouts. Not all of them. Some folks had been accepted onto the independent mining operations. Others, once they saw how easy it could be, started looking for their own rocks.Me? I wasn’t happy. My main disappointment in my new position as station master was in the lack of any worthwhile jobs to do. I very quickly found out that the position was mainly a figure head.. I got a new bike and there were no other guests at breakfast. That was how my stepfather came into my life, he never seemed to like me, but he made Mom happier and the bed carried on creaking every night- and also now some mornings. When mom was out he was downright rude, I think inside he was a bit of a bully. Once, I saw him with another woman outside a bar as I rode past on the bus- midday and already in the bar? Things went on fairly well though- well that is until he lost his job and then.