"We left, managed to get out to the car after going through the gauntlet of people who wanted to meet Ashlee and Brenda. When they got a look at her r...ing, you could actually see their eyes jump out of their skulls. Yes, it felt good.During the ride home, "Paul, why do you and your parents go to church?" So that we can worship our savior." Why do you need a savior?" That's easy, because of what it says in the Bible about there being a God, hell and eternal punishment for what we have done that. "I want to hear you," he said, as he brought her hand back down, never once stopping his ministrations.After several minutes she gasped out and trembled as she came down from her height of pleasure. The whole time his chest was pressed up against her back, his growing hardness wedged between them. He then started planting kisses on her neck as she calmed down.Her knees began to buckle and it was suddenly getting harder for her to remain upright. She removed his hand from her cunt and before he. He did not talk to Anne but did question all the slaves briefly. After he mounted, he looked down at Philip, pursed his lips and said, "Lot of talk in town, nasty talk. Keep your eyes open, young man. Tell her to load her other weapons and lock her doors."Philip Wells and Anne Conroy dined together at about two that afternoon and during the meal, he raised the question of marriage, suggesting that they should do it pretty soon, he thought. "You mean us, you and me, Mr. Wells, married? Really?". I said goodbye to Patty and thanked her for stepping in at the last minute to be a chaperone. All the time trying to act like we had a normal week at the cabin in the hopes that Peter would not notice that I was walking a little bow-legged because my pussy felt a little raw. I used Peter’s broken leg as an excuse not to have sex with him for a whole week as my poor delightfully abused pussy recovered.Of course, Peter’s leg healed and our annual trip with the boys got back to normal. But during.