Vaguely, I recalled something about disclosure documents, and that is what these were. I had a moment of amusement when I realized that all the docume...ts referred to things that might happen to me, by Cynthia, and none of the reverse. As I had suspected, this was not a usual thing for her. I initialed and signed as indicated, reaching finally a photography page. Paper clipped to it was a thin folder. Curiosity got the better of my normal practice, and I removed the folder before reading the. " Cents said that you beat her in a match?" Yes, Sir. She had tried to slap me before and is beautiful when she's angry. I had to get her out of uniform and see what she looked like when there was no fire in her eyes and she was wearing civvies." Back to the match, Cents said she scored her highest so far, a forty-nine. You beat that? That means you shot a possible." Yes, Sir." Dad, he's only been on that range twice. However, he has never improved." That means." Yes, Dad. That means he has. Placing my cock up against her hole. As I reach around her neck and pull her closer, for one more kiss before pushing her back down. I slowly push the tip of my cock inside her hole, she whimpers and I ask her if she’s ok.She nods, “Don’t stop, I want you inside me.” I begin to push more of my cock inside her, stretching her hole as she whimpers louder. My heart sinks as I know I’m causing her pain. But she doesn’t want me to stop. Soon I’m entirely inside her, and as I feel her ass stretch for. Oh yes, yes, it was good when her fingers dipped in her convulsing, clutching pussy. For a few wild seconds she could even imagine it was Brad's cock fucking her.But then there was the awful realization soon after that she was alone. Brad wasn't there. It had been her fingers that had touched off her explosion, not a man's prick. Feeling empty, frustrated, Barbara drifted off to troubled sleep, wondering if and when she would ever let Brad touch her again.It was the evening of the third day.