What a tough girl. Ok, whats your name? He asked. Samantha, but my friends call me Sammy. My face was tingling. You are Owen, right? I asked. Yes, my ...ame is Owen. Are you really going to help me? I asked, feeling I was going to cry again. I will. I wasnt lying. They will not touch you, give you my word, Sammy. He said in such a convincing tone that made me relax my body even more and I just kept starring at him. So, how old are you? He asked, looking intensely at me, then to the road. Im. “I only got a shilling each time. Cornelius must have kept the rest for himself – no wonder he wanted Stanley to plug me more than once a day.”“But you accused Stanley Kenton of rape. Clark threatened him with the magistrate unless he signed over the business and Quantock House to him.” “I don’t know nothing about that, sir, believe me. Cornelius said Stanley Kenton wanted to plug me, and would pay a shilling each time he did. I liked the old fellow; he was kind and considerate, and always. Fuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkk.” She screamed as she had a violent orgasm.Eventually Tara’s orgasm subsided and I could pull my head free from her pussy as she panted, trying to regain her breath.“Fuck, what the hell did you do to me?” She asked, “I’ve never had an orgasm anywhere near that good before!”I just smiled at her and replied “Just a natural talent I suppose!”“Well, if Tara’s recovered we should get on with the next game!” Diane remarked.Tara nodded that she had and so Diane set. Beads of sweat were gathering onhis brow, his lips pursing as he panted, fucking her as hard as he could.She looked down at him, seeing his midriff a bit fuller than thequarterback she remembered.Suddenly, it dawned on her. This guy was 35, just like he'd been beforewaking up in this girls body. The quarter back of her youth was over adecade ago. No wonder he was going so hard, she was probably the besttail he'd had in years. Suddenly, her perspective shifted. She imaginedherself through his.