"I'm free!" Jenifer gushed."What do you mean you're free?" Trish asked, confused."I mean I'm free. No more Tyler. I have a new Alpha now, and he's won...erful!" She beamed at them."What the hell; how?" Trish asked dumbstruck."When?" Beth asked."Who?" Trish demanded.Jenifer beamed triumphantly at her friends as they fired questions at her. "Cameron Reed," she said."Cameron fucking Reed?" Beth asked, astonished."That loner that hangs with Sarah Clarke?" Trish asked. "You better start at the. The boy held the back of her head and pulled her face tight into his pubic hair, completely making his pulsing seven inch cock disappear into her mouth and down her throat. Then he pulled back so just the head of his manhood was still in her sucking mouth. He held her there for several seconds till she finally pushed him away. She kissed the tip of his cock and gave it a last lick as it exited her mouth. Then Donna walked to the camera and showed her mouth still full of the cum that she had not. Forgetting anybody else is on the dance floor.As our tongues entangle together, our kisses become more passionate, and I whisper in your ear, that I want you!My hand begins to cup your breast, rubbing the material, but I can feel your nipple growing hard.As I lick your neck, you begin to moan, grinding your hips into mine!Once again our tongues explore each other’s mouth.I begin to run my hands over your hips, feeling the soft material of your short black dress.Then a fast song begins to play. In any event, I was now twenty-four years of age, and a Captain in His Majesty's army, a far cry from the sixteen year old apprentice scrivener caught poaching on his estate.Lord Brownlow was very affable and friendly; he offered me a cigar, gave me a glass of wine and bade me tell him the complete story of Quatre Bras. I did as best as I could, taking sips from my glass as I relived the memories of that terrible day. When I ended my story there was a long, heavy silence. Eventually his.