His paced began to slow. Get on top of me and ride me. Go as hard as you want. He told her as he rolled over still inside her, holding her in place. ...*Click, click.* Laura began riding him picking up pace, her hand on his chest, her head back he grabbed a handful of her hair pulling as she let out a loud moan. His hands cradling her ass. She reached a steady pace, bumping and grinding on him as a wave came over her slowing her down. Her body tensing up, he gripped her ass and hips forcing her. She didn’t really look as Austrian as her legal father, but everyone in the inner circle knew why. She wasn’t biologically Dieter’s progeny at all, but he had raised her all the same. Her actual sperm donor was of Turkish and Greek origin as well as Slavic, not Austrian-German like Dietrich. Then again, Dieter was the only father that she knew and he had intentionally raised another man’s spawn, being a eunuch himself by his own choice.As for Samantha and Dieter, I gave her specific. " You were expecting year round snow?" I asked. She smiled."Kinda dumb huh?" Kind of." I agreed. "So do you play on any teams?" No, I mean I like to ride horses. But nothing for school. What about yourself?" I'm on the school gymnastics team." Not surprising. I mean, well don't take this the wrong way but you've got a great figure." I reached across the table and took a hold of her hand. She looked down surprised at the overt gesture. I began stroking it gently. She had really smooth skin."I'm. When I looked around, I found we were in a large guest bedroom and bath with a huge bed centered along the opposite wall. There was a love seat right by the door. I steered Brande there and pulled her down beside me, all the time murmuring apologies and soothing words. She leaned against my shoulder, grasped my hand and her crying slowed. I wiped her eyes with my handkerchief, trying not to mess up her makeup any more than it already was. I squeezed her hand gently and continued to murmur.