In the time we spent together I felt free. Free to not only to bring my fantasies to life, but also free to be able to talk to her about anything and ...ot feel judged over my feelings and desires.The only other place I kind of felt free to talk about such things were in special AOL chat rooms like “Walked in on daughter,” or “Family.” There was a certain feeling of liberation telling strangers your darkest desires, but I was cautious about it since I had no idea who I was really talking to.I. I studied her facial expression for a while. “Do you remember Eric Mentor?”Her eyes immediately got red and welled up with tears. She remembered him alright.“That divorce nearly killed him,” I said.She nodded and quietly murmured, “I know.” After a moment, she elaborated, “That was the man that James told you about. He did the same thing to him as he did to you.”She obviously had a deep empathy for the troubled people of the world, feeling their hurt and pain. I couldn’t envisage a long career. "The situation has changed now, oh people of this town and county: shall we now offer this young lady a chance at a life, at freedom and pardon for her heinous sins? Or shall she be subject to the judgement of my court, the law of your land for many safe years now?"Our hopes were dashed at the same time as the crowd jeered "NO" in one huge and simultaneous voice."AND NOW", thundered the Judge, "WHAT SAY YE TO THE FATE OF THESE YOUNG UNREPENTANT SINNERS? Do you think they have paid for their. I want to see if I can get it to spurt, he said, speeding up his movement. Oh that’s nice I said, enjoying being fucked for the first but certainly not last time. Now he started to really fuck me harder. Oh yeah, I said, lost in the feel of this cock sliding in and out of me. He started saying Oh yes, oh yes, then, It’s coming ......, and he shoved it right in, then out, then right in again.I could feel his teenage cock throb in me and I felt spurts hitting me inside. My ass felt all wet and.