Mrs. G. didn't care if he was thinking about her daughter when he mounted her and she didn't care if he had her daughter's smile on his mind when he s...ot his copious load between her legs just as long as she was the one getting the sticky reward and not her immature daughter with her silly ways about boys. In her opinion, there would be plenty of time for her Dolly to get her own boyfriend to give it to her good and hard and probably break her heart in the process. In a way, Mrs. G. wanted her. ..” she said from the bed, “I’m trusting you.” She was utterly beautiful in that moment, weak and in a helpless position, but willing to trust me with her body and the direction of her life.“I know, and I promise” I replied, and then flexed my hips, slowly pushing my stiff cock inside her. She was warm and snug, and moaned out loud as I entered her. As our pubic bones met, I paused to enjoy the feeling of her warm tunnel on my cock. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman as young. ”Rachel asked, “With your secretary in here naked with us?”“OH SHIT - Girl. Would you? I’d be afraid to say anything to her. Her daddy is a preacher and she’s always been so shy and proper.”“I would love to kiss her naked ass. She bent over inside your doorway and I thought Guy was going to snatch her skirt tail up and get some of that sexy butt.”“LORDY LORDY! Does that girl have one helluva a sexy ass, or what?”I told her, “I would love to have you, Rachel and Ms. Willett all naked and bent. Major Stewart placed his whistle in his mouth and blew. Expecting his men to follow, he stood up and yelled, ‘Follow me, lads.’ The first bullet struck him in the chest, staggering but not stopping him. The next bullet passed through his open mouth and exploded out the back of his head. Major William Stewart, King’s Royal Rifles, second son to Lord Berwick, was dead before he hit the ground. ******* Of course it rained the day of the funeral. Mother said even the heavens were in mourning. The.