She wanted to tell him, “Please go easy, young sir, I am a bit sore back there”, but her words were frozen in her throat and never reached her lip...s.Eventually, he came to the point of no return and she gazed down at his trousers gathered around his ankles sensing a confusion of amusement at his impetuous nature and a sense of shame at her dreadful lack of guilt about easy “bending over” for a complete stranger. She silently cursed her lack of fortitude in such matters. Her intentions were. As he slammed into her over and over she cried out, “She’ll want your big, hard cock every morning before she sends you off to work.” He growled loudly once again as he emptied his balls inside her, giving her two more deep thrusts before he collapsed against her wet body. Waiting until she felt him relax, Cynthia turned around and stroked his cum-soaked cock. “If it was me,” she whispered into his ear, “I’d probably drop down on my knees and take your cum in my mouth, but I’m probably older. Maybe this would nudge them into taking some responsibility for how screwed up Chaos was.They accepted the bank part, at least, of my advice, and the guards picked all the money up and took it to the bank. If I thought that the hundred-plus Conchs that Eric had given me had been a fortune, the 450-plus Conchs that they deposited in a new account for the town’s treasury was beyond many of these people’s dreams. Of course, it may not be much, for a town’s treasury. I had no idea about that.While. It’s a slow, subtle movement. We could spend hours this way. That doesn’t matter because none of this serious anyhow. The phone rings. After the fifth or sixth ring, you smile ruefully, kiss me, and move to pick it up. It’s a girlfriend and, from the tone of your voice, I know this will not be a short conversation. You sprawl out on the bed, the handset clamped to your ear. I have a vision of you at sixteen, kicking your heels and soaking up the school gossip. Giggling and picking at the.