Finally, she let out a long cry and started to shudder as I continued to pound her pussy.Once I was sure she'd finished cumming, I decided that there ...as still something I wanted to do. Pulling my stiff, throbbing cock from her pussy, I moved up to straddle her and laid my cock between her big tits. She squeezed her globes together around my tool as I leaned forward and started sliding my cock between them. At my age, I hadn't been intimate with anyone who had tits large enough to fuck, so I. Shelighted an oil lamp, topped off the wine glass, andwent back to her bedroom. She lay there, proppedon pillows, and sipped her wine and thought aboutwhat she had seen. Why was she frightened? Onthe other hand, who wouldn't be? She checked theweather radio more of the same, winds from thenortheast at 20 to 30 knots. The regular broadcastband was mostly static and inane commercials. Sheturned off the radio and began to undress, sitting onher bed and taking off her boots and socks. . She held out for as long as she could, but I wouldn't let up. I kept slapping her, harder and harder until she just sat there and told me the whole story in a flat monotone. Six months before we'd met, she'd gone out with that guy. He'd been the best lover she'd ever had. The rougher he got with her, the more she'd wanted him. They'd gone out for seven months when one day, after another round of rough sex, he'd told her that he'd be leaving the next day. He said he was going to LA, a friend of. He was too consumed with anger and hate.Thorn’s face briefly curled into a snarl as momentary fury passed through him. Until he’d become Prime Minister just weeks earlier in an internal coup, he’d been relatively neutral about the monarchy. But his rising anger with Queen Beatrice at her refusal to publicly endorse his government or his policies was distracting him. “Damn that child,” he growled, conveniently forgetting that Beatrice was close to his own age, with children who would now be in.