I let my hand rest over her cunt mound, feeling the soft fluffy mound. The sensory nerves in the palm of my hand could easily feel the soft sponginess...and the delicate lips of her cunt.I just couldn’t believe that I was actually petting the first cunt of my life. In the heat of lust, it didn’t matter to me that it belonged to my own sister and what I was doing was a crime under the social norms…a sin. I just wanted to feel the warmth of that delicious cunt. I was so lost in petting my sister’s. “That beam,” Rayna began, pointing at the timber across his shoulders. “Represents the burden we place on you. We are heavy, and our pains burn you.”The beam slipped a bit, and he grimaced as he hefted it back into balance. She was right, in a way; each melda was like having another life tucked inside you, another set of hopes and dreams and fears and flaws. Most people had enough trouble managing their own, yet a meldin added significant complexity to one’s existence. Even at the height of the. “Oh, hell!” Hailey said. “Phil, your head is probably lying in a mixture of my drool and Tiffany’s cum.”“And your butt probably lying in a mixture of my drool and Hailey’s cum,” Tiffany added.Phil glanced to Hailey for a moment. She had put her head on his shoulder again as she lay beside him. Now she was looking at him questioningly. Phil turned, buried his head in the pillow and inhaled deeply.“There, all better,” he said. “No problem.”He felt Hailey relax and sigh.“What are you doing all the. I told the Romans that when the legion had gone – dead or left – they would be safe as long as they integrated, worked with the locals. I didn’t even say they had to free their slaves. That was up to the locals, who probably wouldn’t want foreigners setting up shop in their villages.We marched out to the fields beyond and anchored our left wing on the small rivers that are the Itchen. I hoped this boggy land would stop the legion from attempted flank attacks that way, then we spread out North.