" What do you advice, my Castellan?" He is a leader with great experience, but he will never fight under your Captains. I wouldn't either," the old ma... chuckled, and Barbara found herself smiling. She made up her mind."Ask him in. I shall offer him a meal. Ask him to have his men wait and offer him a bath. We shall eat in an hour." Why a bath?" I know how men smell after three days' journey."Barbara was of high nobility - her uncle was the Count and Elector of Brandenburg - and she saw to it. I want to see his cum dripping from her vagina and know that she was well satisfied. If I'm lucky I want to lick her pussy and taste their juices. [/image]I start to hear her moan and gradually I hear his grunts. She starts to cum and is really loud so he much be reaching her spot in ways I cant. I'm pretty sure the neighbours will be able to hear her at the volume she's screaming in orgasm. My cock is rock hard and I free it from my pants as my imagination goes into overtime. I can only think. I opened my jacket and wrapped myself around her, warming her and drying her as much as I could, which wasn't much. She snuggled against me, the water in her hair soaking into my shirt. We kissed passionately.After a while I said, "You deserve a reward."She looked up at me for a moment, smiling, even though her lips were still quivering. She looked behind her, briefly, stood the umbrella in a corner out of the way then knelt down on her coat. This made things very crowded in the booth, and my. Other than us, the beach was deserted. Unheard of on a lovely summer day. Another difference was the array of Sylvester the Cat statues lining the area in the shade of palm trees. Also, we detected an inordinate number of obese cats sunning on the sand, acting lazy and aloof. At least that hadn't changed.We continued our stroll looking for answers then suddenly came to an abrupt halt at the sight of the statue of liberty half-buried in the pristine sand. It all seemed eerily familiar. I even.