Elsewhere, the stroking of penises has become more intense, though in many cases slower as concentration demands control. No one wants to follow the y...ungster’s misfortune. In their midst, copulation aspires almost to a form of art. The couple have an intuitive anticipation of every move, every subtle change of angle, every tiny variation of tempo or pressure. One is reminded of two grand masters at the opening of a game of chess, each move eliciting a preordained response. Or of ballet dancers. Some of the main ropes need replacement as does the mainsail. The other sails are fine and should last another year. The hardware is well taken care of but one of the capstans needs some repair."When it looked like he was done, I said, "What would be the cost of a new mainsail and the ropes?" Juffa is expensive here because of the war. I'd say about fifteen drak. If we sail to Buseland we can purchase the sail at half the price and a better grade of rope for about the same as here. We could. Make me your fuck hole." As he quickened his pace, I could hear him grunt as he pushed harder up into my guts. I looked at the door way and grabbed one of the protruding cocks being stroked by our onlookers. Within seconds, I had maneuvered part of my body outside the door and took a cock into my mouth while my stud continued to fuck my ass like a well-greased piston. This ass was getting fucked well. Someone took this opportunity to pass an open bottle of poppers under my nose, which turned me. I was with Em through every minute of that wondrous day.Lady H lived to see her grandson's first steps and hear his first words, but it was as if having a male heir at last meant she could let go, and once she was certain he was healthy, bright and beautiful, she seemed to welcome the end. She died in her sleep in bed, which is all any of us can ask for. The happiness of her final days made losing her considerably easier to bear. She left me her jewellery, and the memory of a very special.