. hanh... it was on a bicycle... hanh... that's how I... hanh... how I lost... hanh... you know..."Did the bicycle teach her how to move, too? I wante... to ask that but didn't. I was sure that she'd had more than a bicycle seat fucking her hairy pussy and I must admit I was a bit disappointed that I hadn't been her first and that she wasn't the 'nice girl' she pretended to be. And the fact that I'd felt guilty about fucking her was beginning to add anger to my emotional load.I rolled off of her. My point here is the man and women in the house are members of the Third Platoon and should be treated with the same respect you would treat any knight – only better because they are my friends. Do you understand?”“Yes,” Yren nodded. “I just don’t understand what I’m doing here. Do they need swords or new armor? If they do, it would be easier to measure them at the smithy.”“Just treat them with respect and listen to them, okay?” Tergin grunted.Yren followed Tergin into the house, ducking his. ‘Good.’ I responded as I reached for my coveralls. Jim looked up from his reading and said, ‘Oh yeah, George came in for his check this morning and he said thanks for taking his shift the other night. He said that he’d for sure be in here at six to take over for you tonight.’ ‘Sounds good to me.’ I replied. ‘I have a hot date tonight.’ ‘Ya going out with Peggy Sue?’ Jim asked without looking up. I replied, ‘Naw. An old friend is in town for a while and I’m showing her a good time.’ ‘A good. Where men won't be demanding and possessive and women won't play coy and uninterested. But, instead, where we can openly show our carnal desires for each other and act on them.”“I have a dream that we won't spend our lunch hours feeding our senses with food when what we really want and need is to have orgasms. Instead of stuffing our mouths with Subway sandwiches on some park bench, we can masturbate openly together and help each other out with hand-jobs and oral sex.”“I have a dream that one.