"You mean to tell me that you had LUNCH with him and you didn't let me spy?!" Jane hissed. I grinned, feeling just as giddy as I had when Taylor walke... me to class. We were deep in the stacks of the library books. Jane arched a delicate eyebrow at me as she shelved a book from her cart."I'm sorry. I didn't want anyone to get in between...I didn't want anyone to....Ah hell, I wanted him to myself. I'm allowed to be selfish," I whispered, running my fingers across the spines of the books. Jane. Ast the overseer could he go back to the fields." Jefferson stopped to puff his blackened pipe and scratch his graying chin once more, eyes squinted closed. It made a sound like sandpaper on dry wood. He snorted and stretched out his legs."Now, some folks say, 'Oh, ain't his face all swole up' and such stuff as 'Walking like his side hurt, ain't he?' but I didn' notice, being a newly married man and all." His laugh was a deep rumble, and Seth joined him in laughing, having figured out what. Her cunt clamped down and pulsed around my cock. Just as I'd hoped, her cum ran out around my shaft, ready to feed Trish. On cue, the coach moaned and slurping noises drifted up from below me."Fuck!" I bit out, feeling my own orgasm simmering beneath the surface of my skin. "It was your last game tonight, Lucy. Do you know what that means?"She continued to shake in my arms, unable to answer."You promised Daddy he could have you in every way after cheer leading was done." I had to grit my teeth. Sister Capello had visited her several times and, although the first time, the night after she had been with the priest, Susan had not been in the least tempted, as the week progressed, she knew that her resolve was weakening. Three nights ago she had even yielded to the temptation of self-abuse but, afterwards, she not only felt guilty but she was still unsatisfied. In fact, during the week, she had relived her evening with her confessor many times.In her innocence and with her ingrained trust.