‘What about...you know, making sure you don’t get pregnant?’‘Yes...I’m on the pill. I want you in me!’ She said this with such conviction,...and I was too far gone to argue any more, that I did as she wished and slid over on top of her, looking down now at her tits squeezed between our bodies. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling my cock closer to her waiting, wet cunt. I didn’t hesitate when I felt the head of my cock enter her hole, and simply plunged forward, ploughing my cock deep. I've never really joined a parish. I've gone to church a lot, but not always to the same one. So we can't be married in the church. This is just terrible."I held my sobbing girl in my arms, trying to comfort her. In the back of my mind, an idea was forming. Suddenly, I had it."Darling, I believe that I know a priest who will marry us."Stacie stopped sobbing and looked up at me, daring to hope. "Who?" He's a friend of a friend. He's a Jesuit -- a brilliant guy. In fact, he's a former college. A guard cleared his throat and I turned to look at him, "yes?"He nodded to the large bore plasma pistol on my right thigh, "no weapons allowed in town."I smiled, "I have a Republic permit to carry it."I turned and he cleared his throat again and I turned back, "yes?"He shook his head, "Haven does not recognize Republic permits."I looked at him for a moment, "Haven is still a Republic colony."He sneered, "that is to bad. We still do not recognized the permit."I faced him, "take it."His face. ”“Just like you imagined?” She asks me between deep, heaving breaths.I smile at her as she looks back at me. “A lot of times, yeah.”“What a dork,” she says, and playfully rolls her eyes at me, “You should have just asked me out.”I pause for a moment while I catch my breath, but I don’t stop fucking her. “Yeah?” I ask her.“Yeah,” she says, pausing to moan deeply through her teeth while I slip my hand around her leg and find her wet clit. My other hand instinctively takes her hair tightly in.