She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her. “Bother it all!” she swore. Lord, I am sixty. “I’m still inside you. He was vaguely uneasy; he knew not what about. I doubt if you will receive anything for your trouble. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal— and they’re no good.
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