"Hey Dad you in there?" the hammering stopped and Dad called out that he was working on some storage boxes for the garage and that he would be about a...other hour. "How come the doors locked?" He said it's not locked just jammed and that was his next job. "O K then I'm going in for a shower." Again he called out not to make any noise that might wake Sue and to call him about 5:00 and he would start dinner.I went upstairs to the bathroom and was about to dump my dirty sports gear in the laundry. My high is almost at it’s peak, and when he whispers, “cum for me baby,” I feel myself hurdling the last climb and I let go. “Ahhh,” I moan against his chest, his left arm now wrapped around me, his right hand milking my orgasm. He keeps me in this hold until I have nothing left to give. When I start to shiver, he removes his hand and straightens my tight skirt for me. I pant heavily as he rests his head on mine, giving me small kisses atop my hair. I don’t bother moving, but open my eyes in. " Mavis moaned to herself as she played with her tits.Yes, the desire of that afternoon was alive again. And there was no shame, no guilt. Not now. There was nothing rational now at all. Only the glowing, gnawing lust that built between her legs with each passing second.Mavis Richards was on fire again!"Ohh, I don't know what's happening to me," she whispered to herself. "I need a man... I need a man soooo bad! I need a man's cock... pounding up my pussy, making me feel good again... screwing. However, I had this deep-seated suspicion that most of the French advisors were taking notes and writing down dates and names of everything we did for future use against us when the time was ripe. I knew their ambitious plans for a “New France” eventually would be doomed to failure and it was a bitter pill for them to swallow what with the pallor of death and destruction with the French Revolution and the eventual spiral down into the years of warfare under the rule of the military genius.