“Faster! Fuck me faster! Oh fuck me harder!”I was moaning and yelling. He was so big and felt so good inside me. He sped up, fucking me harder, ra...ming his cock deep inside my pussy. I begged him to fuck me harder, to fuck my pussy. I felt my body shake again and my pussy squeezed around him. My orgasm was so hard I thought I would rip into pieces. He kept drilling me, ramming his cock inside me. “Fuck! Oh fuck! Here it comes, baby! Here it fucking comes!”He pulled out and wrapped his hands. I let her drop the eggs in as I pinched her nipples hard. "Good girl, now give me some eggs and a piece of bacon together, that's the way I like it." I knew it would take a while to teach her all my likes and dislikes, but I was sure as hell going to have a good time doing it. I let her feed me till I was full, never taking my hands off her tits. I decided to softly caress her breasts when I was pleased, and, like the time she poked me with the fork, twist her nipples when I was pissed so she'd. "Even now it's like I'm not here," said Jane a touch angry, "Why don't I get a hug from Winston." She grinned lecherously and I did my best to smile back but my heart wasn't really in it.Jane and I continued on to our class room and made our way to our usual table without D here there was much more room for the two of us. Her very obvious absence set the two of us blubbering again. As the room filled up this of course lead to questions, either to us or whispered around us.Eventually our teacher. .. spring in our step. Not necessarily marching, parading or prancing, we were taking a tour ... traipsing.We were gussied up. A guaranteed, warranted, and authorized pair of teenagers. The elders said we passed our authenticity test. We were pre 1823 and looked it. Slightly smudged, a little dusty but in period. Couldn’t call our outfits costumes because there was no attempt at fakery. We wore leather, cotton, feathers and wool as appropriate. Belted knives and dangles, tin cones and hair.