Reminiscing and feeling her breathe against me had taken its effect and I was as hard as I'd been the three times we'd had sex only hours before. I co...ld feel the light material of her skirt caught on my foot underneath the covers. I'd finally taken it off completely this morning before our third round. We'd been lying on our sides, my cock nested against her ass. This time was all her fault, waking me up by stroking me between her ass cheeks. I slid her skirt which was still wet with our cum. Andmost of all, guilt that I couldn't be trusted to keep the promise I madeto you. I could have dealt with that guilt in an instant by confessingall and accepting the consequences.The truth is that I knew that confessing again would have just moved mytroubles onto you. My conscience would have been clear but at what cost?Unimaginable pain for you and the reality is that that would have playedfar more heavily on my conscience - does anyone have the right to causeanother pain just to ease. .. Between... “Ohh fFFFUUCCCCKKK! Yes YESS YEESSSS!” She screams – louder than most of our girls, this slut knows how to let the world know she’s having fun.Back to the wide angle to see it ... Her open-mouthed smile, the dialogue continuing, “Fuck my CUNT ... FUCK ME! YEAAAHHH!” as he pummels her with his ugly, long, canine cock. His belly slapping up against her round arse. Legs wrapped around her ... His head up, mouth closed, looking like a streamlined, pointy-nosed perverted sex missile. Frederick Bywaters was no fool. He had read all the reports of the attacks, and attempted attacks, on the canal system in Wiltshire and Gloucestershire, and had noticed a pattern of events. He believed that the attackers must have observed the behaviour of the sentinels at the target locks for a week or more, noting the times when the guards were changed, or when a guard slips off to relieve himself, or just dozes off. They would draw attention away from their intended target by making a feint.