He stops calling me Arty, and reverts to my title. “Stop with the cock sucking, Lance.”“If you say so.”There is no real problem with Lancelot,...he is a fine man, and a great warrior. But I’m a jealous fool. His face could be chiselled by God’s very own hands. The man fears no one, and has killed more men that the plague. Yet the same man is so soft, he would jump from his horse to help an elderly lady carry her food from the market.If I’m being honest, my problem is with Guinevere. She literally. In the first place, from a mechanical engineering point of view, they were a collection of Rube Goldberg machines. Somehow they got their respective jobs done, but in the clunkiest way possible. The result was that each contained two to three times more moving parts than were needed. This, in turn, resulted in the need for extensive maintenance and substantial downtime due to machine failure. Moreover, with the cost of the excess parts plus the additional time to assemble them all, the cost of. My tits were trying to bust out of the T-shirt and bouncing with every step I took. I have to admit, my nipples were hard and sticking out through the thin shirt. My heart was beating pretty fast and I was kind of excited but mostly embarrassed walking through the mall like this. I had to constantly pull down the hem on the shirt to keep from showing things I didn't want shown right now.I really wasn't enjoying this but I obeyed Keith and I hoped he at least was enjoying it. I saw him following. ” He warned. He couldn’t get any harder! Charmaine struggled inwardly. That was so rude, that was past the line! Why would she do that to the man she loved? She looked at the clock. 2:19. She would be late if she took any longer. She looked at Ryan. He was so sexy, his strong, naked body hovered above her. His huge tool was rubbing against her needy entrance. “Okay.” She relented. “Promise?” he asked. “Yes! I promise! Put it in!” she ordered desperately. Ryan smiled, and pushed forward. Her.