Ethan was fucking the hell out of me. His goal was to blow a healthy load in my womb and win the money. He fucked harder and I started to cum again…...Why did he have to be so damn good at this? Then I heard him moaning…“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum.. fuck… I’m cummin’!” I tried to get him to remember. I pleaded with him… “Say it, Ethan, Please, say it!!” “Alright! Jesus!!!! Take my baby in you, fuckin’ bitch! Take Daddies nut up your used fuckin twat!. Are you happy?” Ethan ram fucked my sore beaten. ..it had actually been even longer for her... but Rachel was driving her crazy. It was almost three AM as she said,"And oh, god, Tag could really give it to me, you know? He was so young and I used to just love putting my hand over his thing and feeling it get bigger and bigger." Rachel, um, are you sure this is the kind of thing you want to be telling me? You might be embarrassed in the morning." Aw, hell no, no secrets between us girls," Rachel said. "I just can’t stop thinking about it. You. I scrubbed slow circles over her hip, down her thigh, under her leg and back up again, teasing her with the motion of my hand as well as avoiding contact with her most sensitive of areas. Finished with the left leg, I moved to take her right in my lap to continue the bath when Chris made a soft, whimpering tone I hadn’t heard from her before. She nudged me in the stomach with her toes and pushed her hips toward my lingering hand. I smiled back, and asked her if she wanted to bathe herself or. My trial was to come on at the approaching assizes; when, on the 8th of September--that is to say, precisely three months and five days after the events which had perilled my life--the Abbe Busoni, whom I never ventured to believe I should see, presented himself at the prison doors, saying he understood one of the prisoners wished to speak to him; he added, that having learned at Marseilles the particulars of my imprisonment, he hastened to comply with my desire. You may easily imagine with.