When i finally got to release my water it was almost orgasm like satisfying. I sat for a while, enjoyed the privacy, looked at myself in the little mi...ror.I looked like the slut I had become for him. I looked like the cheapest hooker of the worst street corner in town in my high heels, mini, thin blouse, and the dark makeup. I tried to cover myself with my arms, when i finally opened the door reluctantly to a continuous angry rapping.When the walk to the restroom had been already embarrassing,. Good she replied. She asked if I would mind returning the favor. I have a dress that I need to hem but I can’t wear it and pin it at the same time. What the heck, I’ll try. Good and with that she grabbed a dress from the end of the bed and turned away from me and dropped her pants. I was stunned. Shirley you see is 64 years old but in great shape, and is a good looking lady. I tried to NOT stare but I wanted a good look too. So I decided to be brave and dropped my pants to change.I was. It hurt. I didn’t care. He was kind. He took his time. Carol helped. She kissed me, tongue fucked me, and tortured my tits to keep me distracted.Soon, Don’s cock was tightly enclosed by the taut walls of my vagina. They were stretched to their new maximum diameter by his thick member. As he pressed himself into me, my free-flowing fluids lubricated his rampant cock, finally allowing it to begin sliding in and out at will along the smooth barrel of my vagina.Carol encouraged me to take him,. Chandra wanted me to ask her father and Mother Browynn if I could court her. I didn’t know who Celia needed to ask, but if she was to be the next duchess as she stated earlier then maybe no one.Hell, hopefully they’ll keep the contest to themselves and deal with it after the war. That would give me enough time to get used to the idea of marriage. Even then, it might be too soon. Like I said earlier, they will let me know when the time comes. For now, I have a Postulant to train and a war to.