Would you mind very much if I let theguys call me Jack instead of Jackie?" I looked at him and said "no-ofcourse not. Why would you ask?" He explained...that he was concerned thatI might think he was taking my name away from me. I laughed and said Iloved him. "I don't care what they call you, you will always be myJackie and my stud." I thought to myself- what did I mean by "always"-was it a Freudian slip??Jackie got dressed pretty quickly. He looked handsome in his tux. We hadrented it since we. A dream of me perhaps? I squeeze your hard cock quickly and slide the hand around to your ass. I move so that we are belly to belly and I feel your hard cock. I bend my knee and slip my leg in between your two. I slip my hand across your ass. I wonder how long I can play before the anticipation becomes too much for you. For now I just knead your cheeks with my hand. Feeling you. I feel like I could identify you by touching your ass, I know it’s feel so well. Never something that interested me. They spent the rest of the day cleaning the apartment, borrowed my truck(and me) to move the furniture they wanted to keep. They were firmly in place before the weekend was out. I had one more condition they had to agree to before I gave them the keys.“Do not tell anyone this is my house. I like privacy, and I don’t care to have to discuss how I came to own such a big place. Understood?” They agreed.It was an adjustment. I took them on a tour of my house, and introduced them to Miss Agnes.. "Shanna's complaint did not bring any sympathy from those around them. Everyone else in the wagon, the kids, Ewa, Ola, Anelie, had spent the entire exodus either walking or in wagons like this. That her delicate ass preferred to be on a horse was not their problem.James kept silent, thus, he figured, elevating him in their eyes.His gaze went out the back of the wagon. Riders surrounded them, winged and un-winged. Piotr and his men had been joined by fifty Hussars, fanning out on the non-river.