You're a bastard. You already hurt me. Why are you trying to hurt me again?Why? - I'm not your enemy.' She added as an afterthought, hoping that it ma...eit? I wasn't her enemy either.??????????? 'Trying?Oh, I'll be doing a whole lot more than trying, so you better take your alltime best shot.'??????????? 'I.please. I.. I..' She was weakening.??????????? 'Comeon. Fucking come on. You want a piece of me. You want to get back at me forraping you and biting into your clitoris? (I emphasized the word. It seemed like it left a pasty feel in my mouth.Mr. Jones backed away from me. I didn't know what to do so I just looked down at the floor. He pulled me upright and removed my jacket. He pulled my blouse out from my skirt and unbuttoned it. He tossed it on the couch and told me to turn around. He undid my skirt and let it fall to the carpet. I picked up my clothes and laid them out on the table so they would look too mussed when I had to wear them home. Mr. Jones had me stand in front of. '." "And every night I think of you, Martha," he continued. "Knowing you wait for me makes me long for home with my head and my heart and my soul." I wrote, still feeling Fin watch me. "For now, I'm resting...." He paused. "What state am I in, Ma'am?" "Kentucky," I answered. "For now, I'm resting easily in Kentucky and dreaming of you. Your devoted servant, Paul," the soldier finished. I finished the letter and read it back to him. He nodded and I let him touch it. "Shall I post it for you?" I. I did that, starting with long, slow thrusts of my curved rod into her cunt. It was heaven, as always. My perfect stepmother loved to fuck. I was so happy I could do it for her now. Dad had never pleased her, I knew that, though she never really talked much about it. Her legs pulled my tighter as I rammed my prick a little more roughly now. I needed to fuck my Cindy. I could hear her grunting in my ear with each hard jam of my cock into her body. I was grunting myself, with lust for my stepmom..