The characters are supposed to be a couple of scarecrows, but it is a bit strange and I cannot think what was running through my head when I wrote it....Probably I'd lent the brain cell to someone, or perhaps I sneezed it out. I offer it only as an example of how not to do dialect because it is bloody difficult to read. Oh yes, and I used Lord Lucan as a nom dee ploom because I can see the old family seat from my window. Or I could if the snow would let up. I don't expect a TPA greater than. My husband asked if I was ok, and my reply back to him was pulling my ass off his cock a bit and thrusting it back to where my ass cheeks slapped against his skin. That's all he needed to know I was ok.He grabbed my hips and fucked my ass, pulling me harder onto his cock with every thrust. I could feel his piss deep inside me, sloshing around my in my belly. I rubbed my clit faster and faster and he fucked me harder and harder. His cock was abusing my asshole and I was loving every minute of. I didn’t even need to tell her that this once, being claimed sexually was not what I needed: her affection, her care, and her willingness to step past class and accept me as hers helped more than any orgasm could at that moment.I pondered Dolphin’s question about Morgan. “I think if you’d asked me about him before the coup it would be easy to say that I like him. Now, when I think of him, I can’t think of anything but the smell of burned powder on his hand when he ... well, he had just killed. Bill knelt between my legs holding a bottle of lube in one hand and his erection in the other. Seeing my tiny panties, he grabbed on to them and pulled them to mid-thigh. He lubed himself and me and wasted no time. He was between my cheeks and inside me in one stroke! I gasped in surprise and Bill just smiled. He started pounding into me hard, almost hurting me until I relaxed. Here is a man who loves to fuck, I thought. He’s found the right ass then. I lay back on the pillow to enjoy but was.