" She started to ask, "What about you?", but was cutoff."And you're only twenty eight. How do you stay in such good shape?" Kareninquired rather int...ntly, tossing her hair lightly over a shoulder.Carol was ill at ease already. How could this stranger know her age andprofession? There must be some innocent explanation. "Oh. I, ah. Thank you! I swim a lot, and run and do a little weight training too."Karen was now looking Carol over in an entirely different way. It was as thoughshe was. Yet, I yearn for his touch. I want to run away. I want to run into his arms. Both are denied to me. My feet are rooted to the spot, waiting for him to make the next move. Why is my helplessness so arousing? What is happening to me?I try to fight back intense waves of surging raw lust, but these feelings are too sudden, too intense. I have no time to prepare. I am overcome. My horror dissipates, leaving only desire.He has not even touched me. Yet, in a few short moments, irresistibly mounting. “I believe we should find the chaplain of King’s Chapel now.”Mirabel nodded to this and fairly pulled him along in the direction of The Convent.Mr. Abercrombie, the garrison chaplain, was indeed available and received them in the registry. He nodded when Thomas explained about their purpose, and he nodded again when Mirabel voiced her concurrence. He then explained the hurdles for such a marriage. According to the Act of 1753, a marriage was only legal if the banns of marriage had been read on. He loved that. And her red, wet lips. He loved that too. He pulled out and sprayed onto the sheet. “Oh fucccckkk!” was his cum shout. He lay on, the feeling of naked, female flesh beneath him was something he had missed. She, on the other hand, was wanting to be brought to the same level of satisfaction. He also realised he hadn’t asked about contraception; that’s why he pulled out. She reassured him “Bit fucking late to ask though isn’t it?”“Sorry, I...” he was going to say she came to him,.