Not one word did I hear, of my native English."Tell me what happened, and where am I?"My Latin was good, as I practiced all the time reading and writi...g from the Bible in Father Rupert's rectory. He had coached me for many hours, and I was a good student."You were at your post, keeping the rabble back when a stone, or rather a rock was thrown at you. It hit you below the edge of your helm, behind your left eye and you were knocked out. You were brought here for the doctor to treat you. He left. It was her first time and damn it was tight that I was afraid I would get hurt. I pushed it slowly. She was screaming coz of pain and was trying to push me back. Poor baby was getting badly hurt.I took it out and applied some lube, and tried again. Though it was still paining she was ready to take my dick in. After a couple of tries, the dick went in and I started fucking her slowly.The pain turned into pleasure. I could hear her moaning now. I steadily increased my pace and so her moaning. She. It was a hot summer evening during which Karen once again surprised me and my dad with her cooking talents.My dad is a typical businessman. He’s busy all the time. All he talks about is economics, finances and other fancy stuff that are boring enough to kill a dead man. I have a suspicion that Karen married my dad just for his money. She loves sex and money. But, of course, she loves those things separately. And I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I actually admire her. She’s courageous enough to. You’re trembling, I steady you with my hands on your hips. Very slowly you start lowering yourself on me, gasping as the tip begins to stretch you. You stop, getting used to my size, as I sink further into you. I tell you to take it slowly, so fragile, not wanting to hurt you. And then I’m as deep inside you as I can be, filling you. I use my strong hands to help you move gently on my length as you throw your head back, moaning and calling out to me. I can’t take my eyes from you, so delicate.