She looked up at him, puppy dog eyes from Hugh’s angle, but he wasn’t even looking at her.“What kind?”As he spoke, Hugh began to undo his buck...e. As she wondered many times, Miranda questioned why men even wore clothes nowadays. They seemed to be put on and taken off so much it must have been exhausting.Yeah, then why do you wear clothes?Gotta make the men work for something, right?They don’t even take them off you, you do that.Miranda heard the other buckles coming undone, silencing the voices. . If I'd have found Ali Babba's lamp, and the genie had popped out and said I had only one wish... it would have been for my seed to take root in Sabrina.In the afterglow, lying there together, I found her staring at me."What?" I asked."You haven't thought about the future... our future?" Her voice was very calm."To be honest," I said in my own defense, "I was never very sure there would even BE a future... I mean with me in it... and you..."This wasn't going well at all. It was VERY hard for. I have to admit that his little dick didn’t fully satisfy me after all of the big cocks that had fucked me, but I was determined to be a faithful wife.He was and continues to be very enthusiastic at sucking my pussy and didn’t seem to mind that he was swallowing his own cum. The pregnancy and birth of our daughter helped to distract me from my previous whorish ways, and I seemed to have my hyper sexuality under control, at least for a while. I also quit my job at the company to become a. "These animals," she gestured at the bloody body near her feet, "came to our home at dawn, killed my father and brother, burned our house, took our horses and cattle and are carrying us off, God knows where, to serve their pleasure I suppose or sell us. Who are you?" She looked up at me, and I admired both her fierce anger and her ripe beauty. I reached out and pulled her shift strap back up on her bare shoulder. I do not think she even noticed."Just a soldier," I said."A rebel, you mean," she.