” I could see that Tom was hesitating, not sure of what he should do, so I thought I’d give him a little push. “Don’t you want...to see me take Alan’s big cock in my ass? Come on baby, just rub a little K-Y on his cock. It won’t bite you.” And you know what? Tom did it! It was so erotic, watching him rub the stuff up and down the shaft of Alan’s cock! When Alan looked good and slippery, Tom placed the head of Alan’s cock at my asshole.. Oh well, she didn't even know where that was anymore. Probably packed away with the rest of the stuff she never used.Did she smell smoke? She went to the window and opened it and breathed in deeply. It was there, the tang of wood burning, the aroma that had been so soothing in her childhood in Michigan and now made her heart beat faster in fear and... The sirens stopped. The silence was almost worse than the noise had been, certainly more ominous because that abrupt cutoff of noise could only. The Arkadians called them “akatus”. They were commonly used to transport cargo but could also be used to ferry enemy troops right onto the beach. Small six- and eight-man canoes darted like minnows between the larger ships. Larger, taller “galeas” herded them like sheepdogs. These warships looked fast and powerful, with a single bank of twenty-five oars per side and a small crew of warriors along the forecastle, quarterdeck, and central fighting plank. Yet deadliest of all was the ram. His name was Peter, just like my oldest brother. He was tall, had shoulder-length curls, and his brother who happened to be dating a girl (not in choir) who attended my school. I acknowledged to the girls that he was cute. Tammy insisted cute was an understatement. Peter and I interacted a couple of times over the weekend, but It wasn't until late Saturday afternoon that I realized he thought I was cute. Their choir’s collaborative retreat culminated in an on-site dance. I think I had a nice.