But I was still worried that I could lose her to Tom, who had better long term job prospects, so I asked her to marry me when I felt we were old enoug... to become engaged.”“How old were you?”“Fifteen.”“And how old do you have to be to marry over here?”“Sixteen, by special marriage licence, twenty-one without parental approval.”“And how old were you when you joined up at the start of the war?”“Almost sixteen, short by a couple of months. Mild is three months younger than me. Tom was a month older. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘It was a stupid, self-centered thing for me to do. I know you will never trust me again but please give me a chance,’?she said as she choked on a sob as a tear ran down her cheek. She had never considered apologizing or asking for another chance although she knew there would be no second chance unless she did. She didn’t deserve him she thought. That night as his date she had realized how much she wanted to remain his wife. He asked himself if she was really crying. He. I figured if **** was going to let him fuck me, then I'm down. Jack just continued away at my pussy, taking nice advantage that I was letting him service me so good. I could feel Jack's hands caressing my tummy, and breasts, back and forth as he was mulling my pussy with that tongue of his. I figured my boyfriend **** gave Jack the go ahead to come play with me. All of a sudden, I felt the sheets being pulled off me. Jack got on me, he then slid his cock into my soaking wet pussy. Jack was. He laid her back on the flat, dropped between her legs, and prepared to give her what would have to be the fuck of a life time. The spit he put on his fingers and then on the head of his dick would be the closest thing to lube or a condom she was going to see that night. When he entered her he gave her the courtesy of exactly three half strokes before burying it to the balls with one hard thrust. Jeena threw her head back and fought back a scream as he forcefully held himself against her. She.