.. and forged swords, spearheads, daggers and knives." Go see Smith, the smith, two streets, left and look for the smoke." said the Sergeant."Or liste... for the hammer on the anvil," said John."That, too," said the Sergeant.Smith, the smith, was two streets and left. Didn't need the smoke, John could hear the hammer. The street outside was overfull of horses ... and some cattle.Going in, John saw three forges and only one smith."I'm busy as all get out. What do you need?" asked Smith, the. Our mouths and tongues battled for quite some time until we settled into a frenzied rhythm of passionate kissing. At one point, I became almost breathless and lost in the most amazing kiss of my life. My hands came around on her backside and I let my knickers drop to the floor as I groped the cheeks of her arse. In no time at all, her hand had cupped my sex and she was caressing it, probing it. Her middle finger snaked along my slit as she fingered me, moistening my pussy so that she could gain. Michael groaned as she squeezed one of his balls while giving him a handjob.“You like that baby? You like my little fingers around your big cock, squeezing your balls?” she whispered in his ear. “Uh-huh.” He moaned, feeling an orgasm wavering by. “I bet you like my pretty little mouth wrapped around your cock better.” She said, kissing the tip of his cock. A wave of excitement passed through him and he closed his eyes and moaned. “Oh, you definitely like that.” She said, licking his hard rod.. As I stared him down I took in the details about him. His hair was cut into a military style mohawk, he was strong faced, and had his left eyebrow peirced. He was wearing a white dress shirt and tie (not tucked in), jeans and some dirty sneakers. The man noticed my stares and turned his head to look at me, and flashed me a friendly grin. I on the other hand, flashed him a dirty look and took my seat. Maybe I sounded like a bitch, but I was pissed, Mr. Cage was the best teacher I ever had, and I.