Pressed tightly together, our lips kissed, arms hugged and our hips forced themselves against each other. Every movement giving signs of preparation f...r the new frontier each of us was ready to explore. Without releasing from the kiss, your fingers began unbuttoning my flannel shirt…fumbling…almost tearing at the little plastic clasps with no luck. You begin trying to untuck the shirt as if to lift it over my head. Still without success. By then you were frantic in struggling to free me from my. No committees or consensus votes were required. I did not know we were finished, but Prince Tulan advised me that he would send for me daily until we had a detailed action plan. A well-dressed man materialized and pulled my chair back. Without a goodbye, I was ushered back to my room and advised to dress for dinner at eight. A bath and an hour or so of rest was most welcomed. Dinner was a wonderful affair. There were many Albai officials, lower level royals, visiting diplomats and sales people. “So, that’s what I want. But I’m completely ambivalent on this next part - would you like to stop now, or would you like to do it one more time? A kind of a ‘last hurrah,’ if you will.”“‘If you will?’ What, is this a business proposition?” Molly laughed. “I think ... I’d like to do it one last time. I mean, who knows, we might be weak and go back to this again, but it would be nice to try again.”Part of me wondered if Molly was just accepting we would keep having sex like this over and over. I. I could see the internal battle going on.“Dad? Please don’t make me waste my first time on some shitty, inexperienced asshole who just wants to use me for a cum dumpster. I deserve more.”I heard his moan as his resolve crumbled and he pulled me against him hard and kissed me full on the mouth. My bare breasts rubbed against his chest as he slid his tongue in my mouth and his hands ran up and down my bare back. He kissed and bit my neck and worked his way down to my breasts. He gazed at them in.
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