He backed away, holding his sword out wide in what he hoped was an unthreatening gesture, but wisely keeping his shield between him and the wild-eyed ...londe woman. “Peace!” Alicia stared at him nervously, not knowing what to do. He lowered his shield and cautiously sheathed his sword, looking into her eyes and repeating, “Peace.” He was dressed well, if a bit dirty from the road. His dark hair and beard were well trimmed, and he certainly looked nothing like any of those she’d seen in the camp. She had no choice. Peter was there with two other men, both of whom took her into the bedroom one at a time. None of them said much, Peter only told her to come back the next day - Friday - at the same time. Now, here she was again. Donna wondered if Peter would even remember his "anal only" comment from last week. Maybe he was just kinky and got off on saying that kind of thing.She opened the door and walked into the suite. Peter was standing inside, arms behind his back. He looked at his. I was screaming. Alex was moaning. The doorbell rang! Who could that be? Alex got up quickly, pulling his pants up and putting his hard cock away. Again the doorbell rang. No orgasm for both of us and the game was over.A few weeks later on our way to the movies. Just before we left to the movie theatre we drank some wine. Wine is something I don't drink much, just don't like the taste of it but well that evening I drank wine, and actually I drank a bit too much. We arrived at the movies and. I sat on a stone bench in the front garden and watched the final bags being stowed away. I had seen Alice skip down the stairs earlier following the news of our plans. She had squealed with delight and had thrown herself into my arms. “I can’t wait” she whispered, before softly kissing my cheek. She dropped back to the floor and added “I’ve got so much to do to get ready. Aunty Gail is helping me plan my outfit and Mum says I can wear makeup.” She turned and had run up the stairs two at a time.