“Fuck,” I panted. “Damn, Sister Nova.”“Mmm, yes, you are just what I need, Mr. Derrickson.”I smiled at her. “Corey. If I'm going to fuck... you, let's be on a first-name basis.”“Mmm, fine. But you will still address me as Sister Nova.”“It's kinkier that way,” I said.She laughed, her pussy clenching around my cock. “Oh, I wish I could keep you in here all day, but I have work to do, and you have an education to complete. I better not hear you causing problems.”“Then you'll have excuses to speak to. She has become a welcome comfort...He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her softsilky locks, running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto the brother's back."Hey!" the. )He knew perfectly well that Megan was just way too young for him. He wasn't going to try and deny it. It was the truth, and yet...and yet, he'd married her just the same! Her parents, and his relatives, thought he was crazy, or worse! But he loved Megan. He really did! The irony, of course, was that he was now too old to please Megan as a woman of her age and inclinations should be! Still, he'd fallen in love with her in spite of that! A long-time friend of his had tried to warn him, that even. This sergeant had a rather high opinion of himself, but held a much lower one of me, probably because he had once overheard me referring to him as ‘goolie’. He came from Goole, in Yorkshire, and I was merely using the name accorded to the inhabitants of that fine town. The fact I also thought him a goolie had nothing to do with it.No 3 Squadron had been successfully carrying out their air firing training for about a week when on arrival at the squadron armoury one morning I was told by Sergeant.