And likely on their way to the beach to be eye-molested by all the Romeo's of the sand.Fuck me ... running backward!Sighing, I headed to the laundry-m...t on 7th Avenue, the laundry-mat at least featured a little bar with a pool table off to the side so I could have a frosty one or two, and work on my shot while suffering the monotony of waiting for my clothes to wash then dry. The most exciting part of doing laundry was folding my underwear in front of the old ladies and winking at them. I. The aching of it didn’t really hurt. It was more of a throbbing feel than anything else.She straightened up and began going through her exercises, watching herself in the mirror. Perhaps her asshole felt that way because it was getting fucked too much. Or not enough.Before, she had wondered how a woman could enjoy a cock in her ass more than her cunt, but now she was understanding that much better. Tony, though, enjoyed his mouth on her asshole as much as fucking it. He could lick at her ass. " Take care, Morgan."Morgan turned and walked across the bridge without looking back. His eyes were damp.An older man was sitting by a fireplace reading a book. He had a short grey beard and was dressed in a rich red doublet with a gold chain around his neck. A grinning servant entered and announced, "Sir, Lord Morgan is here."The man put down the book and rose, a wide grin on his face. "Morgan! You made good time from the border. We weren't expecting you for a couple of days. By the Goddess,. It was 5:45. Sun must have taken me up on my offer of a nap since almost two hours had gone by. I gently knocked on the bedroom door. I heard a muffled, "Yes." Sun it is almost six. We need to get downstairs for dinner."She opened my door wearing one of my t-shirts and shorts."My clothes are dirty, is it okay if I wear this to dinner?" Sure. I have to do laundry. Why don't we sort it and you can throw your things in with mine."I walked past her, pulled out my laundry basket, and started sorting.