I went over, closed my door, motioned Jock to a chair and said "Spill the beans." Oh, it's nothing much. Except it seems Laura's father has a, shall w...e say, unusual taste in on-line literature for an avowed Christian churchman," Jock stated."Meaning?" I asked."Meaning hundreds and hundreds of stories with the same motif - under-aged girls being impregnated by close relatives, including brothers, uncles and fathers. And not always consensual." Jock's voice was still level, but there was an. I considered her husband and how I had owned his wife and had taken her to places sexually that she thought would never happen and that he would never go with her. A momentary feeling of conquest shot through my psyche. I also thought on how no matter how many times I had cum in her I was always in a state of arousal around her. I slid my hands up the insides of her thighs under the water and momentarily stimulated her sex and she pushed her ass into me as she sighed and lay her head back on my. This isn't a case of loose lips sink ships. After all the Sa'arm don't appear to read at all, and even if they did, how would they be able to understand English? But I guess it's probably almost habit for some people. Sergeant Powell has told me a few tales about the level of secrecy that was imposed before the president's speech. He is amazing. The man was an army private the day of the speech, and was part of one of the first pickups. He is officially assigned to a training and breeder colony. She likes the car and the performance.so there am i thinking id love to show her my performance when she suggests we go back to her place instead of pub and have a drink there. thoughts were speeding through my brain about what if???still why not?i was noticing mrs campbell was playing with the knob on the gear stick.running her fingers up and down the silver shaft and rubbing her thumb over the knob.what a turn on.i could feel my shaft rising too.and you guys will know this,that.