. I don’t mean your father ... I mean Richard; my father.It was him I screamed at.”I gaped at her, “Your own Father?”“And I must tell you no... Dick; He was your father also.I was still gaping!You see your dad wasn’t your natural father. You were sired by Richard; when I was seventeen.”She paused to give it a chance to sink in.“You mean ... your father ... Richard, made me?”“Yes Dick. My own father got me pregnant when I was seventeen; when I had already met your dad at the College Hop.We’d began. "What is that, Lady Judy? A prayer to your gods?"Judy shook her head. "My brother is a soldier, a particular kind of soldier called a Marine. They have a very proud history, Tanda. A very proud history. This is the first verse of their battle song. I'm so sorry, so very sorry, it never seemed important to learn the rest." What do the words mean, Lady Judy?"So Judy explained the words. She was surprised when Tanda spoke them aloud, and Zokala passed them on to the Mexicotal with her."Your. “Mmmmm, right there,” she whines. “Stick it back in me,” she pleads.I place my cock back over her hole and slowly slide it in. I pull her closer to me and thrust into her hard. I can hear my balls slap up against her. “Oh god, yes!” she blurts out as she vigorously rubs her clit, her breasts heaving back and forth as I assault her wet snatch.I pull out of her and slap the top of her pussy with the head of my hard, wet cock several times. She sits up and hops down from the counter. Getting on. "Enjoying it, are we?" Dave said. I said nothing. He squeezed my other nipple in his fingers and moved his mouth to kiss me. I let him, but I didn't reciprocated."Cold bitch," he said and tweaked my nipple hard. It made me yelp in a mixture of pleasure and pain.He moved his hand down between us, dipped his hips and guided the head of his cock to my bald, throbbing pussy. He pushed slowly in, all the way in one steady motion. When he was buried up to his balls he let out a slow, satisfied gasp..