“But what of England, sire? Shall we turn away from England and become a free duchy then, with no allegiance to the English Crown? Or shall we remai... loyal to King Edward the Second, though all of England hath revolted against him? Whom shall we serve? You alone, milord, or someone else, if not Mortimer and the Queen?” another of the city fathers asked me now.“What’s your name, good fellow?” I confronted him now.“I am called Hugh Renard, milord. Well, sir, what shall we do?” he continued. But she continued, turning the handle of the front door and leaving their house together, dressed up to get fucked by another man. ***Jenny sat in her car, waiting in anticipation. And, just on queue, her phone lit up from an incoming text. “Meet me inside. I’m sitting at the hotel bar.”Jenny got out of her car, locked it, and put her keys away in her purse. Making one last effort to smooth out her dress, she began walking toward the hotel. The had met in a chat room. It all started from an. On her neck, left shoulder, chest, and stomach.Last night we fooled around again. She came and sat next to me on the couch, topless. I stood up, took all my clothes off, and straddled her lap. I started stroking my cock and playing with her big, soft boobs. We each massaged a boob, causing both of her big nipples to become erect. I pressed my cock against her sternum, and she pushed her boobs around it. I fuck her tits like this for a few minutes, then went back to stroking my cock and. They were always boring and seem to take forever. I glaced down at my watch, it had just struck 10:00. The beers that I had consumed to keep my sanity during the function had long since started to wear off. The brakes of the train had just kicked in and it glided gracefully to the approching station. The doors opened with the hiss of hydrolics. At first it seemed that no-one was at the stations. The doors proceeded to close, just before they were completely shut a figure squeezed between the.