But they were letting it come naturally, and flow slowly back into them, as if a quick, hot fuck would somehow be an insult to the depth of their feel...ng."Are you going to tell me how it went?" she inquired when they finally were sitting at Makeeda's small kitchen table and drinking their wine.Makeeda looked glum. "I'm so depressed about it. Sometimes I think I was awful. Other times I think maybe I wasn't so bad. I listened to it so many times I couldn't tell any more." I guess that must be. "We weren't hurting each other, Squirt," he said. "We were just playing Mommy and Daddy games." Oh," she said visibly relaxing. "You were having sex." Well," he drawled, "We like to think of it as making love." Not the way you two were doing it," muttered Anne.Jack couldn't help but burst out laughing.For a minute he thought Lynn was going to pop a blood vessel or maybe die from embarrassment but finally she also started laughing as she came over to sit down at the table. "I'm sorry we were so. Napoleon Bonaparte had to defeat both the Prussian and Anglo-Dutch armies, and he had to inflict that double defeat before the Austrians, and the more numerous Russians, came rolling in from the East. One thing we knew about Boney was that he could appear anywhere, at any time, and that he would strike at each isolated army confronting him in turn. To counter that ploy Wellington had made an agreement with Blucher, the Field Marshall commanding the Prussian Army, that each army would march to. Vicki responded to it by spreading her legs, inviting him to take her. Aaron broke their embrace long enough to cover his erect cock with a condom and returned to the kiss. ‘I need you in me now. I need you to make love to me now,’ Vicki quietly said. Aaron looked at her face and understood. He moved over her and slowly, gently entered her. Vicki put her arms around his neck and kissed him. ‘What happiness,’ she thought. Her legs spread and Aaron filling her. She stretched, her breasts arching.