The soft down of her pubic hair brushing teasingly against my throbbing cock, inciting me to incoherent mumblings of crazed uncontrollable lust. The s...ow motion pictures of Taylor's ravishment eariler tonight, flickered through my tortured mind as the express tunneled on ceaselessly through the night...My knees are holding hers wide apart now and I'm grinding my pelvis hard into her squirming defenseless crotch. The spasmodic jerking of the hollows of her soft inner thighs drove my hand. I looked over and thought it some kind of special maneuver. The shout was echoed by many, most looking at me. Uri smiled. ‘As you will!’ Uri shouted above the din. We rode hard back to the castle grounds. Ironman was no different than climbing the mountain. The selection was challenged-based as opposed to chance as done in Southerson. I feared the men wished to see Uri and me matched. Uri did not seem opposed to such an outcome. I could not decline without seeming the fool. Neither winning nor. Just over a year later Henry was born and two years after that Georgina arrived. Diane didn't lose all her curves after the births but you would be hard pushed to call her plump, even so. She was more the classic Marilyn Munroe, (or maybe I should say Sophia Loren, since she is brunette), which I preferred anyway. Diane became a stay at home mum.As I said earlier, we lived in a property on Mum and Dad's land. It had been a fair sized farm at one time, but over the years bits had been sold off. You lie in a heap, softly sobbing into your panties. Your torn blouse is lying beside you and your pants are tight around your ankles. Sweat steams off your back in the cool night. I reach down and tightly wrap my fingers in your hair. I jerk you up on your knees and force you to look up at me. Your mascara has mixed with your blood and tears and you look up at me through puffy blood shot eyes. “I can't go home like this” I say and pull out your panties. You gasp in the cool night air through.