.. now! Fuck me... please... fuck me before I go mad!" she groaned against his lips, her panting breath hot in his face, her hand darting down between...them to grasp his throbbing prick and guide it further into her between the fleshy, hair-fringed lips of her moist, quivering cunt.Shannon grunted loudly at her touch, unable to hold himself back any longer, and with a decisive movement of his hips, drove his pulsating shaft with a flesh-resounding smack deep into the grasping hot mouth of her. "You don't even have to come out if you don't feel comfortable with your foster father seeing you."Foster father, Di mocked to herself. Technically it was true, but she'd been thinking some rather un-fatherly thoughts about him since Carrie had left the night before. In the market she'd caught him peeking at her and saw his blush when she noticed the direction of his gaze. It still didn't come off as creepy, though. His constant smile made her want to climb into his lap and purr like a. ’ ‘I can’t explain it, Jen,’ I told her, ‘I’m sorry, but I really can’t.’ ‘What happened to you while you were in the Navy, Michael?’ she sobbed, ‘Please tell me…please,’ and then she laid her head in my lap and continued to bitterly weep.’ After I got Jenny calmed down enough to talk to her, I wiped her eyes and said, ‘Maybe one day I can talk about it, but just not now. That’s the best I can do, Jen, so, please try to understand, okay?’ ‘I’ll try, Michael,’ she sniffled, wrapping her arms. So she sits there on a tree limb watching me. It's a game to her. But it's my fuckin' life.She just sits there watching me. She's waiting for me to make a move. Common sense tells me not to run. My brain tells me not to run because I'll just be tired when I die. But everything written into my DNA tells me to run. Of everyone in the herd I have the best chance to get away. I start breathing harder.Then I realize that she's not really watching me. She's watching the entire herd. One of the.