I then pushed it inside of her. I could feel her wriggle in pain underneath me as my engorged member tore through her membrane. All she could do was w...ap her thighs around my waist and hold me deep inside of her. I saw a tear role down. She looked up with so much of love, as if i was the only man that was ever going to be in her life. The only man who would touch her the way i did. I slowly started moving in rhythm in and out of her. She was so tight and hold and we were like a hand to glove.. On one particular day, she’d gone to the shop and worked the full day. Her mind wandered, and she’d fantasized about Mr. Basilton fucking her brains out. When the sun went down, she started getting excited, cleaning up and counting the till early so that she’d be ready when he said his customary, “Lacey, it’s time for your medicine.”Practically beside herself, she ran up to him and opened her mouth obediently. He smiled at her and pulled out the dropped and squeezed two drops into her open. . ,” I said as I began to cut up some garden veggies for the sauce and Becky got to work on browning the hamburger meat.“I know, it’s fucking awesome, ain’t it? No Mom and Dad checking up on us, telling us that we can’t kiss, can’t make out, can’t go down on each other, can’t feel each other up, can’t have sex, can’t engage in some perfectly healthy sodomy, etc. Can’t snuggle up naked together in bed or on the sofa, can’t cook naked or half-naked together ... you get the picture. None of which. She filled a couple of wine glasses with pink champagne. The bubbles tickled my throat but surprisingly I liked the taste. I watched Karen drinking hers and I matched her pace. It wasn't long before a second and a third glass were filled. I began to feel a bit giddy. Karen was doing 90% of the talking. She was very happy and animated. It was a joy listening to her. She talked about her life and the great things she wanted to do now that she was free to do them. I felt very honored that she was.