She pulled on her nipples with thumbs and forefingers, but in her mind, it was Conal's lips tugging on them.A moan escaped from her lips. It wasn't he... tongue caressing them, it was Conal's. Her hands moved lower, down her belly, fingers tickling the rim of her bellybutton. As she neared the juncture of her thighs, she spread her knees apart, as Conal would do. She stretched her fingers toward her moistening slit; Conal spoke to her. "You are mine. You belong to me." Yes, I am yours. Her. “Whats it to be then lad, wed or shot through t’ead?” he demanded.“I should like a longer trial I think,” I replied.“Bloody cheek,” the father said as he put his gun away, “No bloody good forcing thee, take thee bloody time, you got till dinner.”We watched him stride away into the distance.“How do I compare?” I asked, “With the ostler and boot boy?”“Poorly, to be honest,” she replied.“Then marry the boot boy!” I suggested.“I cannot, for my fortune would pass to him on marriage and he might. "I want you in me. Please, fuck me now, I need your cock in me."She was hot, she was wet, but God was she tight. As wet and ready as she was it still took me about eight strokes to work my way in. She was a wild woman in bed; she kicked and screamed, bucked and twisted and had several orgasms before I had mine. As soon as I came she pushed me away from her and went down on me. She fought a losing battle to keep me from going soft and when that fact became obvious to her she stopped and said,. This was quite an amazing woman and I was dying to get to knowher better. I removed my pumps and took out the breast forms before I putback on my male drab clothes. I watched as Cheri brought the gown out tothe living room and hung it from a ceiling fan so it would not wrinkle. "There, that should do for now. How about we sit here in the living roomand get to know each other better?"I nodded in agreement as we moved into the living room that had slidingglass doors over looking one of the nicer.