There’s going to be a lot of sharing for all of us in our future!” I chuckled after I spent myself and pulled out.“Naturally! For one thing, eve... women have limits and if a man recovers, or two men in this case, after the woman’s reached her limit, well, you get the idea. Besides, I’d love to see how it looks from the outside. I’d be very curious to see how I and other women look when we pull a train and get fucked half to death. I like that expression that Jon introduced me to there, that he. It was a hot, airless afternoon, Leila wandered out onto the balcony of her room, pulling at the thin cotton blouse that was sticking to her damp skin. She thought for a moment about switching on the aircon but decided against that as she was the only one home; Dean was at the Station and had been out fighting numerous fires this week and her parents were off at a conference and she really didn’t feel like going around and shutting up the whole house. She stared down at the pool for a moment. ’ She dropped her sewing again into her basket. ‘I know of your dream.’ My eyes shot to hers. ‘Of our Laird Cien. Of being called his Rose. I know this. Ye want to know what it means do ye not?’ I couldn’t speak and simply stared at her. ‘Laird Cien Fraser has never been wed nor does he have any child to call his own. Ye are here to remedy that.’ Still I stared at her. ‘So you want me to marry the guy from my dream? Is that it?’ She nodded happily. I rolled my eyes. ‘Riiight.’ I started to. Sitting next to her I suddenly realised that my cock was starting to stiffen, so picked up my bag containing my workboots and put it on my lap to cover the growing bulge in my jeans.As we drove on she said " Can you hear that squealing noise?" I listened carefully and said " Yes, sounds like your fanbelt needs tightening." "That sounds very naughty, have you tightened many fanbelts?" she asked and looked me straight in the eye. "Perhaps you'll take a look at mine when we get home." I mumbled.