My chin is tucked into my chest and my hands cover myface as I sob as silently as I can. His hand seizes myhair, so tightly that I realize he must hav... wrappedit around his fist, and he pulls me up and tosses meback on the desk.‘I’m still not done,’ he says, hoarsely.I’m too tired to even beg. I feel something touchingmy pussy, trying to intrude. And all at once I amaware again. He’s going to fuck me now. I freeze atthe touch of the head of his cock on my pussy.. Anyway, Paul is to claim any children by Bethany, regardless of actual paternity, of course,” I informed Paul, who broke out into an actual grin.“Guess I’m a lucky bastard after all. Don’t worry, I’ll treat your sister with the honor and respect that she deserves. Fucking other women doesn’t change that any more than her fucking other men does. I like the parallels between your bond with Bethany and mine with Natalie, you know. By the way, did you ever wonder why we spell her name in the. But Lynne couldn't tell if the fluttering in her stomach was for making her father's memory proud, or for the sheer want she felt for Ensign Robert Bertrand-Avigny.Want is a good word to describe it, too, she thought, but do I dare take it if it's offered? What the hell am I getting into? You don't know anything about boys! They're trouble! Lynne wished she knew what to do, though staying near Robert was a choice in of itself, she was sure.Walking amongst the trellises was peaceful. Crickets. She flicked the tip with her tongue only to suck it all the way down her throat a second later. I watched as her head bobbed up and down for several minutes taking him all the way in to her throat, pulling back to lick and stroke his shaft and head. It was very exciting to watch and it filled me with pride. My pride actually felt like it could burst so I positioned myself behind her and began to fuck her dripping wet pussy. This drove her nuts. She came so intensely several times while I fucked.