" Out of the corner of his eye he watched her sip coffee. Her lips were pale pink. "Debra ... I don't mean to be forward but ... Are you by any chance...an albino?"She pursed her lips, drew in a deep breath and let out an exasperated sigh. "Yes, Brian. I am an albino."His eyes grew wide. "Cool!" he exclaimed."Not cool," she retorted. "I would give anything to be rid of this ... condition." But it looks so good on you -- makes you striking. What's wrong with your condition?"She sighed again.. I stand there, and slowly put those little dirty panties to my face, omg her scent on those little panties, is too much for me. Knowing her little tiny pussy was against the crotch of those tiny pants not too long ago is getting me so turned on I can feel the precum dripping out of my hard cock. I continue to stand there and just inhale the scent of her little panties. I then take the panties and run my hard cock all over them, especially the crotch area. My big cock all over those little. With everything I had going, I vowed to settle down and make this work, no matter what. I already loved him.In thinking back, I am pretty sure that I did ask to be spanked, a few times. There was a very strange feeling about doing that. Maybe I was fighting my submissive side? It also seemed very comforting and loving when he gave me those spankings. Then he’d take me to bed and **** me. It was one of the times all I could think about was, ‘oh god…I wish I could get knocked-up to this guy!’ I. I had set up a neat little spot in a corner of that barn we had escaped to for my survivors and I to blend into the farming community like rural peasants uninterested in the conflict between King and commoner.Even in the atmosphere of the moment, it didn’t matter that the upstart Americans had lost the battle, the important thing was it sent a message to Parliament that the rebel leaders intended to pursue this uprising until the bitter end and were no longer seeking either pardon or a.