He stills, slowing a little, but not stopping. He lets our kiss linger, sucking softly on my lower lip, seducing me into this. It’s what I need. His...turgid head begins to open me up, pushing into me, I whine out, but it’s a good whine. It feels so good. Yes, it does hurt, but feels good at the same time. I still, realizing what’s happening, I don’t want to back away now. I feel him pause, watching my expression. I smile up at him, and he begins to push so slow into me again. He pushes himself. I grinned. This was getting interesting.Their heads were close when we entered. I cleared my throat to get their attention. Berthold said, “I was just explaining to Moira the security precautions around the castle.”I smirked. “You really expect me to believe that?”Mo said, “It was worth a try.”“That’s all it was. Why don’t you two ‘fess up so we’ll know rather than wonder.”Berthold asked, “What is ‘fess up?”“It’s a southern expression used for telling someone or ones that something is obvious. ”“I did NOT!” she protested.“I was teasing! But you did basically demand I marry you.”“Because you were being a complete «говнюк»!” she declared, causing me to laugh at her use of profanity.“So now we’ve changed roles?” Doctor Mercer asked with a smirk.“She may have a point,” I replied with a silly grin.“Oh, please!” Elizaveta exclaimed. “Except for Katy Malenkov, you ignored ALL the girls at Saint Michael! If I hadn’t come to you and made my case, you would STILL be looking in all the wrong. How could he do that? Lusting his own sister! I was treating him like a mother through out my life and now he is on my bed, lusting after the naked body of his sister! He squeezed my left boob with his hand. He looked at my reddish vagina. He looked inside my eyes and lay on my white body. I felt ashamed of my degradation. He adjusted himself between my legs. His cock touched my pussy lips. I just lay there and wait for my fate. He tried to insert his cock inside my pussy but he was trying to.