“Then we’ll just sleep, if that’s what you want.”“Let’s have a drink first, before I decide,” I said.“Sure,” he replied. He then add...essed the throng of people milling about and yelled out. “Eat, drink, and be merry! For tomorrow we die!”He dove into the chaotic fray of the party with gusto and I attempted to match his appetite for fun. I also ate another brownie! Several others came to talk to him about his duel and he was polite and jovial the entire time. Sylva eventually left her group of. "I don't want a prisoner. Start walking south." What about him?" he said, pointing at the man holding his bleeding arm and sobbing. Blood poured from his wounds."He's dead," I said, and I tore the wounded man's throat out with my bayonet and then poked the survivor with the dripping blade."Yes, all right," he said, and he walked out into the darkness.I slid my rifle from my shoulder and took aim at his back when he was about a hundred yards down the trail. I had changed my mind about having one. It was so hard now and I could feel it throbbing. I slowly started to masturbate and closed my eyes but I was facing the mirror. When I opened up my eyes I saw my friends mother with a shocked look on her face and her hand over her mouth. She must have been surprised that I was masturbating in her shower. I closed my eyes again and started to masturbate faster. When I was just about ready to cum I opened up my eyes again and my friend’s mom was watching with her eyes in the mirror looking right. She pulled up her dark blue denim mini skirt, and then slipped into her orange striped summer top, which did nice for her 34d rack. Revealing ample cleavage, she smiled at herself as she pushed her tits together. With curler and spray, she swept her beautiful wavy hair backwards, keeping her beautifully shaped forehead free of dramatic bangs. Just eighteen years old, and she was gorgeous. She stepped into a pair of white sandals and approached her bedside window. It was Saturday, and she had.