I picked up my drink and took another sip. I wasn't used to alcohol and I suddenly felt a little tipsy and light headed.I also felt highly aroused, kn...wing full well what that would mean. ~oOo~She was pounding me. Plunging into my cunt with her cock and forcing me towards orgasm. Her hands came down on the small of my back and she held my hips tightly while she frantically bounced her own sex in to meet mine. Degrading words left her mouth as she insisted that I was a bad girl and that I. Afterwards the city fathers had been quick to accept the terms offered by the Bastard Duke. But, small though the bloodshed may have been, some men had been sacrificed. Among the dead was her Markko, her betrothed. Desolate, unable to settle, dressed only in a shift and plain kirtle, she idly roamed the narrow, twisting streets her mind filled with visions of her lost love and concerns for the future. Many men would welcome the chance to bed her, marry her, breed from her, but how was she to. Then then whipped her ass cheeks.An orgasm washed over her again. Her pussy gushed as it was absorbed by the ooze.She moaned hard. She loved how they whipped her."Yes!" she cried as it whipped her again.She suddenly felt something wet inside her pussy.She cried another orgasm actually enjoying them inside her tight little asshole. She screamed an orgasm when it came inside her ass. She then saw something on her desk.A sonic grenade. The widows in the ship were shatter proof. There was ni way. At the time Tim was 13, and I was 29, now I'm 35 and he is 19. His mom divorced Joe after he was caught cheating. Even though I heard that story and a few others, I still loved him and wanted to marry him. Although after six years of marriage, I've had better luck with his son in terms of having a good relationship. Tim never lived with us, but he still made sure to come over at least every other weekend. Unfortunately he came over when his dad was out of town the weekend on business.“Hey Lisa,.