He joined the Army, causing the rest to retreat deep inside while hepushed himself to try and forget Martha.Things seemed to coast for a bit, then his... career took off and he wasfast tracked. But as always our multiplicity got in the way.Now thirty five years later, it seems that fate has intervened again.Waking up there was one name on her mind, Martha Jean, but why? Afterall these years, all the heart ache, we'd finally put her behind us. Noteven during the marriage or the aftermath of that. She knew she wasn’t going to last long this time. She practically screamed, “Cum in my pussy, Mr. Harper.”He inserted a finger from each hand into her ass so he could get a better grip and fuck her harder and faster. His fingers slipped right inside her ass which was still filled with his cum. Again Beth shook and quivered uncontrollably as she had another orgasm. And Mr. Harper seemed to cum at the exact same time as she did.Beth collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath. Mr. Harper. Something had been different inside of her that time. When her hips had met mine I felt myself hitting something deep inside her. We stayed like that for a moment as she recovered and then she began moving again, sliding back and forth on my belly this time, dragging the top of her quim through my pubic hair as she slid me in and out of her. I have no idea how long it lasted, probably not all that long as I soon felt the pressure rising in my balls again. She was riding me furiously as I. Hans scoffed at the idea just like he had rejected the inclination to trust the dreaded witch. He loved his adopted sister more than life itself but sometimes she was so irritatingly “good” that he left her to her cleaning in the tiny hut and he visited the Gypsy girls in the nearby camp next to the fast-running river that flowed from the higher peaks even in the coldest weather.Hans accepted the fact that the girls in the Gypsy camp were usually dirty in stark contrast to the impeccable Greta,.