“I’ve met your father the Major, he is such a dear. I’m not surprised he kept you away at school, Justin. You must have had the devil of a time,... keeping the women off you.”“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure those in the know, are aware that you have been claimed by a Connors. Once word gets around, your virtue will be safe. We Connors’ women do tend to be a bit protective of our males.”She turned to Darla, “Thank you for collecting them, SD Taylor. I was under the impression that they were coming. Then I glanced at Louie whose was staring at me. He's probably thinking about his damn Cadillac, I thought as I looked away.The van stopped. But when it suddenly moved backwards I was caught off guard. One hand slapped the couch next to me and the other Angelo's thigh. I quickly clasped my hands in my lap and looked down like a little girl caught doing something wrong. The van continued backing up and then came to a complete stop. Louie got up and slid the metal plate to the side. Some words. I take a package of Cinnamon Red Hots out of my pocket and shake out a handfulinto the palm of my hand. Reaching under her dress, I pull down her thong panties. I like those black thong panties. I also like her garter belt and stockings.Is she a high priced whore or a babe who, underneath her clothes, is a shamelesslittle slut? Putting these deep philosophical ponderings aside, I ramrod a few CinnamonRed Hots into her cunt with my fuck finger. The second batch I jam up her asshole.I pull her. Smith was not the only man to lust after Clara, though. John, the stableboy who tended to the horses, also spent much of his time dreaming of dipping his dick into Clara's pussy.Today was no different. Mr. Smith was in his chamber, caressing his large cock, living the fantasy of fucking Clara in his head. Clara, meanwhile, was downstairs, doing the laundry for the day, while the water boiled for dinner's soup. John was outside, performing his chores, and taking note that Mr. Smith's mare was in.