The now fully grown man was often without words at what he should say, what heroic speech of remembrance he should give to the waiting veterans and ci...izens, eager to see and hear their hero once again. When suitable words failed him, he had Gwenda write him out a short speech that said all the right proper things and let the Duchess and her consort, the near equally famous Boyle, make the long political 'rah-rah' speeches.He hardly recognized the old battlefields anymore, even after just ten. It seemed that he was the suspicious sort. In a way, Jay could respect that. If anything, he could relate. He wished that he'd been more patient with Frank earlier. Played it nice, until he learned more. He wondered if there was anything he could do about it now. He supposed that he still had another option; one more thing that could get him close enough to Frank. The problem was, he didn't know whether or not it would work, and he didn't know if trying it was the best of ideas.Someone sliding. As I wore the thong and dress I felt a vibe rushing in me the dress clad every inch of my body my legs looked hotter and sexier the dress had a deep neck I was looking like a diva I was admiring when aunty called hurry up you will be late for the evening I came out of the washroom dressed and seated on the chair aunty could see my back and said now you are looking like a confident lady she was doing my braid when she said ” you are looking damn gorgeous and I am sure if u go on the floor like. " I smeared a big glob of cream on Karl's dick. It glistened. I made sure the head and shaft got a good dose. Then I lowered myself onto him. "Oh, God, Karl. Can you see the head of your dick right at my ass hole? Let me do the work. You stay still and enjoy the ride." "Damn. You are so tight, I can hardly get it in." My husband was getting enthusiastic. I would have to regulate this or get hurt. "Let me do the work, Karl. You just lay back." Down an inch, the head popped in. Down another.