I love his muscular shoulders and the strength I feel in his back. I look at him bravely smiling, trying to give me strength. Jack gently takes me in ...is strong arms pulling me into his chest. "It's all happening so quickly. She's alive, but in critical condition."I love his body and look forward to being close to him.I wince with the sudden pain. I push him away. "Oh, Jack. Stop." "Renee, what's the matter?" His deep brown eyes staring at me, his brow furrowing."Nothing, sweetheart. It's just. His robe was up and he was gently squeezing the bulge of his cock through his favorite undergarment - black rubber scanty briefs. He swallowed hard.“Go on, my dear, who have you had sex with?”“Wi’ my brothers and uncles, Father. They all want to fuck me, see? But the thing is I fucking love all the fucking I get but then, suddenly, I realize that it’s not right, is it Father? For me to like get fucked by the men in my own family? I mean I just love getting fucked and on Fridays we have this. She loved to look in the mirror at the faces I made when I was thrusting into her. I’d reach around and fill my hands with her firm young breasts and squeeze them until her hard nipples poked out between my stretched fingers. Becka liked it a little rough sometimes, eager to feel the strength of my hands and my legs as I mauled her. It didn’t increase my pleasure, except to enjoy the rise in hers. I wanted her to be pleased and she wanted me to please her, so it worked out for the both of. It wasn't far, but by the time we got there we'd pretty much covered all the complaints we had about our employer. So we got inside and he went and got us a couple of beers. And then we sat down and looked at each other in an embarrassed silence."So what else shall we talk about?" he asked."Sports?" In Cincinnati? I might slit my throat."We just chit-chatted for a while. He was a good talker. Well educated and smart and witty. I was enjoying his company. I kicked off my cowboy boots..