My hands ran up and down the back of his strong thighs as I envisioned those muscles clenching as he thrust deep and hard into me. Nothing like seeing...hard manly ass cheeks and thigh muscles working up a sweat as they ground into a tight hole. I nuzzled at his crotch but Martin decided he could wait no longer and pulled me back up and led me over to the bed. 'I need to get my cock into that fucking hot ass soon or I am going to explode,' I was told firmly. My body felt warm and alive yet weak. "I shall tell your father, Ursula. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you." No! I want that memory. I want a child, sired by you. I want all of that. I am just afraid of a future without you." Ursula, there is nothing I can do, to ease your future life. I can give you my love for these next days and weeks. 'Tis but little, but it's all I can offer." Then come to my chamber tomorrow! Make me forget this cruel world for a night!"Her reserve broke down in this moment, and she threw herself. Her husband, Bill, insisted that he would not sitaround the house and mope (or go to ghastly parties and hunts with otherbored members of his class) and so used his connections and hisreputation as a war hero to get a job with the Ministry of Defense. Heclaimed that all he did was push paper from one side of his desk toanother, but Anne was sure that it was really something terriblyimportant and hush...hush, which he couldn't tell her about, since shewas a "colonial", after all. Anne took. Without embarrassment, my sexy stepdaughter wiped it off with a fingertip, and then LICKED HER FINGER CLEAN. After dinner, I found a little "me time" as quickly as I could, to zestfully relive that memory, cock in hand.But it was the next day, with all the talk, television, and advertising about the next holiday, Christmas, which heralded my masterwork – my magnum opus – my Christmas Pageant.After my late-summer discovery, about how long it takes to collect an ounce of semen, I had been doing.