Paula and I have a daughter, Julia. I also have a grown daughter, so does Paula, and Jane has a grown son. None of them live with us. You?’ ‘No ki...s, I’m afraid. We were too busy.’ ‘You wanted kids?’ ‘Oh, yes.’ She again had that faraway look in her eyes. He wondered whether she needed to cry. He put his hand on her shoulder. ‘I’m all right,’ she said. ‘You know, when we came up to your room so we could talk, I didn’t think we do this much talking,’ he said, smiling wryly. She grinned. ‘Sorry. I realize that nuns have been known to use corporal punishment, but I’ve never heard of anything like this.”“I have,” Lt. Flanagan stated. “Something similar happened to me when I was a kid, except then it was a priest. I never set foot in a Catholic church again.”“I’m sorry.” It was the only thing I could think of to say. He spoke to and with Barbara until the doctor called an end to the interview. Lt. Flanagan, Mr. Silverman and I retreated to a small unused office we had been told was. His strong hands are so gentle as he caresses my cheek. He leans in and kiss me softly. I melt into the kiss and wrap my arms around him to pull him closer. I can feel his already rigid shaft against my leg. He settles himself carefully between my legs as we continue to kiss, his tongue entwining mine. Antonio lies on top of me, supporting himself on his forearm, not entering me as he easily could. I am still so wet from the previous evening and seeing this other side of my lover brings on. Please fuck me. Please fuck my tranny pussy,” I again pleaded. I no longer cared he used the term “tranny pussy” that I found offensive only a short time ago. Justin did fuck me and he fucked me hard and for a long time. He lasted longer than I thought he would have for a seventeen-year-old boy, maybe because he had already had two orgasms that day. Whatever the reason was I didn’t care I was just glad he did. He didn’t start slow or easy but started thrusting his huge cock in my ass hard.