I think that’s wonderful.’ Samantha shot Gabe a meaningful look. ‘But I can’t lie to you and say that every day I am happy when I can’t see ...ou. It’s difficult.’ Gabe continued to look at her, with that same dejected gaze. Reading her face, trying to understand her words. ‘Please, Gabe. This is hard for me to be telling you this.’ Never one to voice her concerns, she was sitting next to the man she loved and needed to be honest. ‘I don’t understand.’ ‘I know you don’t. It’s not that I feel I’m. He knew how to fuck a woman. His cock was buried in my throbbing pussy. Oh Alan Fuck me good Baby.He was fucking my pussy with every stroke of his cock. I heard his breathing begin to labor. I knew that he was getting close to shooting his cum in me. I put my hand back around me and slowed him down. As he was pulling out i grabbed his cock and placed his cockhead right at my asshole. It was already wet from him fucking me. He added a little pressure and his cock slowly entered my ass. I relaxed. We still had more timethough.We lay there breathless for quite a while. I was still on my stomach. Hetraced his fingers from the base of my neck, down my back, over my assand back up again. The room felt cool from the maxed out airconditioning on my skin, still damp with sweat from the a****l sex we’djust experienced. His finger sent chills all over me. He moaned, seemingto enjoy knowing I responded to just one finger.We chatted a bit, although I don’t remember what about – work maybe. Irolled. "Charity," she said quietly. "I'm called Charity." Have you met this man, this viscount?"She shook her head.The fop reappeared at the tent nearby, saw us and came to sit on the other side of the girl after dusting at the log with his silk kerchief. "Well," he said, "you provincials certainly are a hard-headed bunch." Tell me about the man she was on her way to marry," I asked.He sniffed. "Marry, ha, not likely. Lord Dover has wed, as he calls it, countless times. I'm sure he has enough bastards.