Jenny’s sex was wet. She was sighing and without actually realising it she was playing along with the blonde girl in the story. Her lips were wide a...art and her fingers poised to penetrate.She thrust her fingers into her pussy as the main character thrust his cock into the blonde’s velvet sheath. Such a nice word for it, thought Jenny. She thrust her fingers inside her with each thrust of his cock.Her climax was building rapidly as was the main character’s. Jenny loved the way he had forbidden. This device allowed the archer to pull the bow to extreme lengths, putting maximum force behind the arrow. Additionally, the new, smaller arrows couldn't be used with a standard bow, so a foe that collected them would find them useless. The draw was only to the chin so this stabilized the shot. My dream memories showed a method where an archer could hold multiple arrows in between the fingers of the drawing hand to allow for faster reloads.Horse troops in large numbers were expensive and rare. (As my husband has put me online for his friends to jack off to, I took this photo 4 hours after this story happened)It was maddening, I was getting hornier and feeling weirder, as my hormones were all over the place, and my nudity was magnified, I was imagining I was ugly, and just hated to look at myself in the mirror, as my breasts and hips ballooned, and my nipples became darker and as large was wine bottle stoppers. I found myself at lunch times needing and yearning for penetrative sexual. I told Rick about my conversation with Malai when he returned, and that led to a night of fucking and sucking Chandra and Malia in their bed. They were amazed at how hungry Rick was to suck both of our pussies clean after we were fucked.We stayed with them for two more days, visiting other plantations in the area, and fucking them each night. Then we left to visit other plantations farther west in India, and had similar experiences fucking the villagers we stayed with. It would be rather.