In instinct, I opened my legs. Daddy looked straight at my smooth wet virgin hole begging for his hard cock. I wondered if it would feel like his fing...r did inside me. I even began to really wonder if I was wet enough to fit his size inside me. I felt my pussy hot, wet, and what I thought was ready, but was it really? I guess I was about to find out.Slowly, I watched daddy position himself between my legs, his erection throbbing in front of him. He did not even say anything. He was letting his. "I think, sir, that we should... examine the issue more closely before we make any... substantial... decisions. Sir." I don't think you understand the gravity of this situation. I am within my rights to throw you out of this class and I'm seriously considering doing so."I don't know whether he's teasing or not. Still, the tone of his voice is making my skin tingle. "Well then, sir, I'd best persuade you otherwise." As I say this, I lean over his desk and give him an eyeful of my breasts,. My goal was to find a good hideout, so I could get twentyfour hours of rest, my arm was not right, my body needed real rest, a bed for fucks sake. It was beautiful country I was riding through, green and lush near the river, begging to be cultivated, yet this land was deserted. All the farms were smoldering ruins, the fields stripped, not a soul in site, not even a stray farm animal. There were plenty of dead bodies, rebels, civilians, cows, all just rotting, like as if the devil had come. .“Pheasants mother, not Peasants.” Eliza cautioned. “One cannot shoot Peasants.”“In the lord’s name why not?” Mrs Bennet exclaimed, “If one might not shoot them how is discipline to be maintained?”“Miss Eliza, I have done you a dis-service,” Mr D’arcy exclaimed, “I had thought you the most idiotic and completely deluded woman I had ever met but I own you are indeed quite sane compared to your mother.”“How are we to impose discipline Mr D’arcy if we cannot shoot the miscreants?” Mrs Bennet.