She sucked my lips in to her mouth and ran her tongue over them. I slowly pulled away from her warm mouth. She moaned out loud in disapproval and frus...ration. I looked at her and grinned, as I picked another ice cube and sucked it in to my mouth. She cried out and lifted her hips off the mattress, as far as my ropes would allow, begging for my mouth on her pussy. I growled from deep in my throat and shook my head. As much as I wanted to devour her sweet pussy, I would not be devouring it with. His cock was not the largest I've ever had, around 7 inches at its best , but he certainly could use it well. We fucked in the missionary position, his cock quickly sending me over the edge to my first orgasm of the night. As my body quivered and a low, guttural moan escaped my lips it seemed to encourage Clive on and his thrusts became more intense, his mouth eagerly seeking my nipples as he fucked me hard and fast. The camera flashed, capturing the scene for eternity, we moved position . I. " It's nice to formally meet you Miss McLaughlin. I'm PatrickSummerfield, the librarian here in Ft. Laramie."She felt like a teenager right now, but she was just happy that shedidn't giggle. "I'm working on my doctoral thesis in history on the lastwagon train on the Oregon Trail. My research says that the train wasforced to winter over here in Laramie. I was hoping to find someinformation about the people who were part of the wagon train. I wasjust at the newspaper office and I was told. "What do you know of Luck and of how a young man might find his?"A most worthy question, he thought and after a brief pause, and an even briefer sip of his now refreshed ale, he exclaimed, "Why, young sir, I shall do even better than that! Let me tell you all a tale of how another young cobbler found his Luck!"After a last quick gulp of refreshing ale, he cleared his voice and began...Once upon a time in a kingdom not too terribly far from here there was a most unfortunate young cobbler who.