Her flavor tickled his tastebuds, and hersteamy scent soon overrode the aroma of the bubbling spaghetti sauce. He workedhis tongue deeper into her war..., tantalizing hors d’oeuvres and slurped up the juicewhich was now gushing. He teased the turgid little pebble of her clit, causing her tobump her bare ass on the table and smear her cunt lavishly against his nose andopen mouth.Finally he wrenched himself free from her serpentine, silken-sheathed legs and liftedhis head, panting for fresh air. He. To me it reminds me that a female can be a female while still also being a warrior.”“Do many humans mark themselves?”“Only some. But many warriors do.” And at that moment I could tell that they were as interested in my body as I had shown in theirs.CHAPTER 3: BARRACKS LIFEThe next morning the training started. We had a light meal and they went over the various basic weapons for description and explanation. I would have the opportunity to use them and practice later. The lance was a weapon of. Now, she knows. Now, I get to have a chat with her, about life choices, and man choices.”“Honey, you are wrong about one thing. I’m don’t want your pleasure as much as my own, I want your pleasure more than my own. When you let me know I’m getting you off, it lights my own fuse, and I’m never too far behind you.”The boys careened back into the house, and once I had inspected their work, and pronounced it fit, they were off to visit their friends. Sandra stumbled down the stairs shortly. She lazily stroker her nipples and moaned while I titty-fucked her, before I pulled my cock out. I didn't want to cum without even penetrating her.She lay across the backseat on her back, I pulled down her jeans and stuck my hand in her panties. Her pubic hair had been freshly trimmed, I could tell. I masturabted her to a point where she nearly climaxed. Then I had to stop.Pulling her panties back to one side, she clambered over me and removed my t-shirt, exposing my own, signifcantly smaller.