Freddy’s hands had been at my back, but they were soon sliding down to my ass and pulling me to him my cock being mashed against his huge dick. He w...s grinding his hips, working his dick across my belly and then overpowering my meager dick. His hands grasp my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I knew if anyone could have seen me then then would have had a vision of my gapping asshole. Then I realize that Freddy had a great view of my asshole in the bedroom mirror that was behind me. Pulled back. Onehas to first read the original story in order to figure out what hashappened so far.--------------------------The lifeboat containing Mrs. Wilkerson and her three daughters,Elizabeth, Anne, and Margaret, was picked up by the Carpathia and theywere safely rescued and returned home. They mourned the loss ofHenrietta, who had slipped from Anne's grasp in the confusion and panicon board the Titanic, but time, as the clich? says, does eventually healmost wounds and, slowly, the family life. My tits shook and quivered as I tried to keep my legs straight under the pressure of his fucking and my ongoing orgasm.My pussy was flooded wet and his cock slipped in and out of me with such ease."FUCK YES.....CUMMING......OHHHHHHHHHHH."I tried to keep my grip on the glass but my hands kept sliding down, my knees were again growing weak as my cunt kept contracting and gushing."GOD SON YES...YOUR COCK IS SO BIG....SO FUCKING BIG UP MOMMY'S HOT WET CUNT."My screaming filthy talk only spurred. The women were beautiful, the exports bountiful, and the songs from the local bards in taverns or ceremonies were delightful to those that came to hear, or was there to hear.Of course, not everyone shared the same sentiments of them being a peaceful people. Fueled not by jealousy but by culture, riches, or politics, there were those that saw Prosperia as a luxury that was not meant to be, or a diamond in the rough that was theirs to claim. That was the opinion of the Warchief of the local.