I sprung up, and in an instant, without a word being said, had her on her back, and was into her delicious cunt as far as I could drive my stiff-stand...ng prick. My energy and fury seemed to please and stimulate the lady, for she replied to every eager thrust with as eager a spring forward. In such haste matters were very speedily brought to a crisis — with mutual sighs, and “oh’s” and “ah’s,” we sank exhausted, and lay for a very short time, when charming Mrs. B. said — “Why, Charles, you are. And I don't need hers either," he said."You know that she senses that and he father knows too," she said."I have never met her father. How could he know?" Maybe you aren't the only one who knows things and sees things," she said."Possible. I love you and I am going to love Brooke. I feel it," he said."Am I going to love Mike?" she said."If you give yourself to him totally, you will. And you will get back more than you gave," he said."Do you know if I am pregnant? Is that something you can see?". With some expert skills, he unhooked my bra, my breasts were now fully exposed to him and I felt a rush of heat in my cheeks. I tried to cover myself, but Ethan caught my wrists and pulled them over my head. ‘I told you not to hide from me. Do it again and I’ll have to tie you up to your own bed and then I’ll have my way with you until you scream my name. Understood?’ I nodded, too dumb struck to talk. The idea of being ties up and helpless should have scared me, but instead, it turned me on. Normally, it was always windy on The Dixie Highway, especially in the fall. He was further surprised as he lowered himself down on the blanket that it felt almost comfortable.Once he was on the blanket, he said, “My name’s Sam. What’s yours?”“Edith,” she replied. “I was named after my grandmother.”“An old-style name,” he said. “Do you prefer Edith or Edie?”“My dad used to call me Edie,” she said. “I kind of like that.”“Well, Edie,” he said as he reached up and stroked her face. I think we.