My husband’s cock was already stiff with longing and I was desperate to feel it inside me. He soon realised this as his hands felt my dripping wet h...le and I moaned loudly as his fingers brushed over my clit. After a few rubs he could tell I was already on the verge so climbed on top and started to rub his penis up and down my wet slit. I lifted my bum to encourage his entry and a loud groan escaped me as he slid deep inside. He worked his cock back and forth and I grabbed his arse cheeks. "You did when you had me take your last name at our wedding. But you may not need to worry about that much longer. Just think, Terry, we have been here for three days. In that time, the only things that you have said to me was that you weren't concerned about what I did all day while you were gone, and you wondered where the wet spot came from on the mattress of our bed. That's all you have said. Not "Good Morning" or "Hello" or "Go to hell", just "why is the bed all wet?" Well, let me tell. Robby thought he had some men who could take my design and have something working in just a few hours. Roger said he would continue working on muskets and explosives as well as ball shot.While Robby and I were walking back to the square, I told him about a ballista which was a large bow mounted on its side on a rack. He said he had experimented with these at Sin Loos and he could work on it also. When we arrived at the square, he said he was going back to the river because that was where the. 'Bein' with you is kinda what I'd been plannin' on, Rachel. Bring a book down, you want to, I'll let you share the couch.' She shook her head.'You don't take instruction worth a damn, and you don't give a shit about what anyone else wants either. Most people think twice before they take a chance on making me pissed. Do you have any notion how refreshing that is?' Course not, dummy.'Shit, Rachel, don't get philosophical with me, and don't be confusin' me with talk about your goddam money. I.