She lay beside him, her hands in her groin and filled with his sperm, sore and hurt while he nuzzled her and said, “Sorry, Sis,” over and over.Tom...y had a good football season as a starting back on offense and second-string linebacker. He scored ten times that year, including two PATs, and led the team in tackles despite playing irregularly on defense.As for sex, he got in the habit of jerking off in the shower Saturday morning and then finding a compliant girl or two for Saturday night. Since. The nipple he was playing with was growing long and hard between his fingers and the wetness between her legs was starting to soak through her panties as her body responded to his attentions. He moved his lips down over her throat to the other nipple, began to suckle and nibble on it, feeling it also grow as she started to come awake. Raising his head for a moment, he cautioned her to stay quiet so their parents wouldn’t hear. She nodded her comprehension as she felt his finger slide into her. She wore a summer dress that was low cut showing off her cleavage beautifully, when she smiled at him his cock pressed hard against his trousers again. He dropped something in front of her and headed into his office. A few seconds later she came in with tears in her eyes and the business card from the restaurant still in her hand.“Does this mean I’m fired?” she asked sulking. He frowned this wasn’t what he had hoped for. He never thought about her thinking it would make him fire her.“No” he. The woman who answered looked me up and down, smiled and invited me inside. Her furniture was heavy and plain, her crockery utilitarian, her manner confident. "I'm happy to see a man," she told as she set out bread and poured me some cider. While she stirred her stew over the fire, she said her name was Anna and that her husband, along with most of the town's other young men, had run off to avoid being forced into the militia."We don't hold with killing," she said."Few do," I said, watching her.