Again, I slid my cock into her ass until it felt like I might pop out of her mouth. Several more minutes passed, and my breathing began to quicken. Do...t come in me, she said. I wondered why, considering where I was fucking her (no fear of getting pregnant there), but it was her only request that night, and I was plugging her ass with cock. As my orgasm began, I pulled out of her ass and shot my load over her shoulder, where it splattered across the floor, luckily, it was hard wood and not. Sweat began to form on her face while the old man fucked her mercilessly. Then she slowly opened her eyes and I could see they were beginning to get a glazed look. She was looking in my direction, but not really looking at me. She kept breathing, moaning lightly, and grunting as he fucked her as hard as a person could. I watched as she braced herself against his assault, pushing back slightly against his pounding. The man had been fucking her like this for what seemed like forever and he showed. A few years later I would figure out that Sister Juliet and a couple of the not-so-old older nuns, including the principal, who was also the superior of the convent, were allied against Sister Margaret and the rest of the hard-liners. Back then, though, it was unthinkable that nuns could disagree, so we figured it was just some kind of good cop-bad cop routine.And the bad cop — Sister Margaret, that is — got us back at the end of the school day. Sister Juliet turned us over and. One of the passengers, perhaps more foolhardy or braver than the others replied, ‘and who would be asking young man?’ The pirate’s gaze turned ferociously on him, ‘I am called Captain Questor, the Lord and Scourge of the Caribbean. I ask one more time, where is the girl?’ The man backed up quickly and looked down at the deck, murmuring apologies under his breath and assuring the Questor that he had no knowledge of the girls’ whereabouts, but rapidly pointed to their mother and father and.