"Another thrust, another ram,The Youth who'd bathed within the poolKnew well how to use His tool;With it, the shepherd's ass He crammedUntil, at last,...He gave a gasp,Driving his cock home to the hilt;Before His mighty prick could wilt,He rammed His manhood deep, and claspedThe shepherd about the hips,Spilling semen in rivulets,Wild as a man who's lost his wits,And sought to kiss Cadmus' lips.His prick slid free, launching its seed,The thick white fluid splatteringPerineum, ass,. Escape! Help! tears and more tears. Howcould this be happening to me?Then he entered me. I felt his warm flesh against mineand his fingers fumbling down between us. I gasped,tears rolling down my cheeks, feeling his breath uponmy neck, smelling the awful gut-wrenching smell ofbeer, being crushed by his chest. Then the thrust thatI’d only imagined before in my girlish fantasies, onlynow it hurt and made me gasp in pain at his violationof me.Biting into my neck, fingers gripping my. " I went through what had happened and shesurprised me. "OK but I'm not putting up with any shit. This is ourhome if she stays here it will be my rules."Siobhan had given up work. She was still doing our social media stuffbut she was doing that from home. I had picked up the rest of her work.She was suffering badly with morning sickness. Even during the day shestruggled with nausea. That was going to be the hard part. I wouldn'tbe there to separate them if it all turned to custard.Siobhan and I. "I mean, after all the troubles and starvation they had." He looked up for a moment, and added. "I guess I'm with Scooter. It's selective denial. I rarely notice airplanes here either."The weather continued to be absolutely gorgeous. They were well away from the grinding heat of summer; the last trip, the one where there'd been the personnel shuffle at Phantom, had its hot days but had a few pleasant ones, too. This one had just the perfect weather that the Canyon often had in September, cool.