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I too knelt, but with my knees between hers. I eased closer and with no preamble I pressed my member firmly at her womb lips. They parted as easily as the stage curtains at the Alhambra and I was in. Fully sheathed in her heaven at a moments notice. “Please forgive me,” I asked pointlessly. “Only if I get a champion rogering,” she replied. “May I kiss you?” I asked. “I would rather you ripped my bodice open and fondled my teats," she replied. “Next time I will strip you naked before we start,” I promised. I began to pleasure her with long slow strokes of my member, all the way in, pause and withdraw until the tip was barely still within and forward again. I heard someone coming, “Emily, where be thee,” someone shouted in a broad Lancashire accent. fucked I stopped in mid stroke. “I’m here father,” Miss Loveridge replied. “Oh god, now what?” I asked and went to withdraw but she held me tightly to prevent it. “Say “Good Day” I suppose,” she replied. “Emily!” the voice bellowed, “I said woo the boody bloke not fuck he’s brain out.” Her father came in sight, a broad shouldered stout thickset man in a moleskin waistcoat and heavy blue overcoat cut in a style which has never and will never be in any way of the modern style. “Sorry father,” she said. “Good day Mr Loveridge,” I opined as I looked up at her father. “Bloody good day for thee, rogering me daughter,” he agreed, “Ee she could earn a bloody fortune down whore house 19 but her mother wants a title for her see.” “So I understand,” I agreed. “So will thee make her an offer or shall I blow thee brains out with me pistol?” he asked as he teen brandished a shiny new revolving chamber pistol. “Can I think about it?” I asked. “I’ll count to ten,” he said, “One.” “Might be a good idea to load a few bullets first?” I suggested. “Oh, aye new fanged gadgets, rather have indian a flint lock any day,” he opined. “Father he chose me, we are sort of married,” Miss Loveridge suggested. “And what about t’ostler and boot boy, what are you bigamous,” he snapped. “Trigamous even?” I ventured. “Shut thee trap and make her cum,” the father replied, “She wails like a stuck stoat when her is excited, frightens t’orses sometimes.” “Father!” she retorted. “I will do my old very utmost sir,” I agreed and I set to humping against her once more. “Bloody fortune I spent on finishing school and the like an she still fucks all comers,” her father opined as he watched us fucking in the sunshine beside the path by the river. It was too much. The distraction sent a great gush of cum blasting within her and she gasped. Darkness crept indian around the edge of her vision as the old man leaned over to look at her. You hate Brad. She wore a white bra with old a little lace trim on it, I wondered fucked if her selection of a bra for tonight had been for my benefit. GET YOUR SMELLY ASSHOLE AWAY FROM MY FACE!” Bill stepped away reluctantly, pulling his dick from Jane's sucking mouth. After brushing my teeth and a shower I walk 19 into my so-called walk in closet to decide what to wear. His cockbecame almost painfully hard in his pants. She and her Mother were going to London to get her signed up for university, get her dormitory assignment, and buy her text books. His penis jumped in his pants as I rubbed it. She glared at me, as if my affirmation had teen really taken her by surprise, then her eyes lowered for the first time. Is that all you got?! This was not unusual, it was unheard of. The books were called Gor or something and their type was called Gorean. Once she was inside the android, they would be able to use the machine to read her emotions and parse through her surface thoughts. I’ll take my punishment.”