I screamed, 'Daddy', into my knickers, and he laughed sadistically, he relaxed and I could feel him on my arse again as I twisted under him, trying to... guide him home into me, 'No Daughter', he hissed into my ear, 'not in there, in here', and before I knew he was forcing his cock up my arse, and I counted again with each dead stroke, as there was no feeling, just pain as the lubrication for penetration had not gone deep enough up my arse, he anally fucked me face down on those cold hard stone. "H-Hi Dennis... I..." she said, already blushing from her natural shyness.He looked puzzled and said "Hi... it's Linda, right?" Right", said an extremely red Linda, taking his hand in hers. "Can I check for something on your hand?", she asked, lifting his hand to her face in the hope of recognising the perfume.He blushed deeply and quickly whipped his hand away, but something on the back of his hand fell onto Linda's finger. It was a white and sticky kind of liquid that had formed on her finger. " I know you were," laughed John. "When I was your age, I was the same way, but I've learned a few things since then. A couple of those things are, never sell anyone short, and don't judge someone by their appearance." How many women have you had?" The kid asked. "It has to be a lot." I've never counted," John stated, " making love to women is not like playing a game where you keep score. If you think like that, you are on the wrong track, and you had better do some rethinking. I respect women. We are sure to antagonize the terrorists and also devise enjoyment for ourselves and our allies.Present – Samantha – The report?John and I arrive at the cabin (actually the tunnels), go through all the new security procedures and are escorted to the garage. Once again we are searched but this time Mira isn’t here so the search isn’t quite as embarrassing for me. John does complain because they carefully check every component of his video equipment and decide they don’t like several items about.