"Ohhhhhh, Brad," she moaned.Her entire body trembled with lust as he drove farther into her. He loved watching his rock-hard prick sinking into her, p...st her sexy, dimpled mounds of ass flesh.Finally, he managed to drive his entire cock deep inside her virginal ass, and she began to cry with joy and pleasure. He was home free now, everything was inside her except his balls, which where banging wetly against her ass crack."Ohhhhhh, Brad," the girl groaned.Her brother's cock had struck the most. The thought about his mother jolted him. He realised he hadn't dwelled very much on his past life at all since he had been in this time. He wondered whether this was a kind of defence mechanism, avoiding the pain of missing his family and everything that had been familiar. Then again, perhaps it was just that he had needed to focus all his energies on this time period. His family life had been okay, he certainly loved his parents, but he had always had a streak of independence. He had moved out. You have been abused. Do you want to go back to Russia? To Kaliningrad?”“No. They hate me. They sold me. They are not parents. Not mother or father. They are salesmen. They sold me to Carmichael. Sold me. Like I am wood. I am a pig. I am a blanket. They sold me.” Her tears started running. I stopped them with my thumbs.“No more. Do you want to be in school? Do you want to learn? What do you want to do? To be? What would you like to do?”“I don’t know. How can I choose from what I don’t know? I. Martin had been a part of that, a big part of that. Sure she felt gratitude, but she felt anger too. Anger at herself for being so starry eyed, certainly anger at Turner for being a cad, but there was anger at Martin too. Yes she felt gratitude toward Martin as well, but was gratitude the same thing as love. No she knew it wasn’t. If she loved Martin, if she was going to really love him, it would have to be based on something more than the terrible events of the summer. In fact, if she was.