Roger did a lot of blushing, however; he was that complexion. Trousers and bliaut followed the shift, and then boots and a cloak.After mass and breakf...st (day old bread and sour wine), Roger led a caparisoned mare up to her. Of course, Belle would be tired after the ride the previous day. Karl scattered some salt on her hand and dropped a few oats on it. "Feed her," he said. She held out her hand, and the horse lipped up the oats and then licked off the salt. Karl helped her to mount, lifting. During the actual coitus he had focused on the task, but lying by her side after his seed rushed out of his prick, which was still embedded, he was able to reflect on an observation. This female receptacle was wet and warm like the others he had entered, but it felt different somehow. As he moved a bit in it, he realized that the texture was not the same. While the others had been rather smooth and velvety feeling, this one was lined with tiny crossways ridges like corduroy. They were like. Old ‘Double-P’ actually did quite well. I was careful to slip out with the crowd, again not making eye contact. I wasted time out in the commons area, as I knew her office was at the far end of the hall, and everyone else was out to lunch, especially on a pretty Spring day like today. It was now or never, I told myself, and with an air of confidence, I opened the door and strolled right in.Stacey Putnam went limp and her face a shock of white as I stepped past and leaned against her desk,. “I find this game of chess very intriguing. Who is winning?”Mao smirked. “Krabbel as usual.”“That is not true. You had me Check mate two times tonight!” Krabbel protested.“Yes but once I was certain you let me win on purpose and the other time you where distracted watching something on GalNet with Circuit.”Wetmouth had left her bed and looked over the board from behind our tattooed friend. “Mao your defeat is by no means certain. I see eleven ways to defeat Krabbel.”“No offense Wetty, but you.