“Stella, what happened? Forget that, are you okay?” “I’m fine. I wish they would stop fussing.” Helen turned to the attendants, “Is she re...lly okay?” “We think so, but she is being stubborn. We just want to check her out. We think she fell somehow, we found her inside the barn, and a ladder was lying across the door underneath a high shelf. She was limping pretty badly on her left leg but she won’t let me look at it.” Helen turned to Miss Stella; she had fire in her eyes, now. “Stella Parson!”. ."Bur, as Robbie had anticipated, Trey didn't even want to consider any other suggestions. She wanted another wrestling match! "O K then, off to the homework, then!" "I only have a little bit tonight, so it won't take me very long" Trey said as she headed into Robbie's study.Sure enough, Trey was finished by 7:00. "I'm all done. I'm going up to take my shower now" she announced. She was back down with rosy cheeks and still slightly damp hair by 7:30."That's a very pretty nightgown, Little One". She felt the wonder of a cock deep inside her and wanted this feeling to never end.He sat up so his mouth was right on her breast.She arched her back, pulled her head back, sighed, and she started rocking her hips. Slowly first, to enjoy the feeling of her clit rubbing against his groin, then faster, and faster. He wrapped her with his arms, pulling his hips toward her, following her rhythm, sucking hard on her nipple, and pushing his cock deeper inside her.She came with a powerful. She was losing control. I wondered how long it had been since Mandy’s husband had made her feel desired. Had he ever? Ted was a schlub and often drunk. He wallowed in his oh-so-righteous Christian beliefs like some entitled pious pig. He was overweight and unattractive. Ted actually believed his sexy young wife was somehow his subordinate. Worse, Mandy spent her life believing the lie that Ted was her master. I decided to ask. Pulling back on her hair, I looked deep into the ocean of Mandy’s.