I came inside and we sat down on the couch in her family room, watching some game shows on daytime TV. We were both waiting for something, I was not s...re if I was supposed to do something, or if she wanted to wait for some reason.She finally looked over at me and said, "You want to make out again?"I shook my head yes and she flew at me, her lithe body wrapping around me as her lips found mine, kissing me hard and erortically, her tongue probing my mouth. Feel me up she moaned, and I wasted no. No woman had ever been able to take his cock fully into their mouth. She moved her mouth up and down his cock. Feeling it throb. Her pussy was aching and becoming wet again. She took her hand and moved it down to her pussy, feeling the wetness, she inserted two fingers into herself. She began finger fucking herself while she continued sucking on her Master. Master Paul saw her fingering herself and that made him want her even more. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to fuck her. He grabbed her. She knew that, it was a joke, an unspoken joke, between them when she pretended to distrust him and took the worse sword.Practice swords are wooden, with a core of lead to give them a realistic weight. The skill in making them is as great as the skill in make the real Makan. A true Makan will take months of preparation and beating and re-heating. A practice sword (never called a Practice Makan, that would be a contradiction – a Makan is a killing sword, there is no practice) was made of Lignin. 'At least one officer slaps my ass cheek as I walk away. "Nice pink gunrevolver gurly, gurl." I almost drop the coffee tray, which I think wasthe real goal. I spin around after throwing the coffee carafe into theair. I catch it easy. (Hey state wide competitive baton twirler, twogenerations). "Fastest coffee service in the West," I say with a smile.I get an applause. Was it Jones that gave me the slapping? Not sure.I enter the house, Ismy is back to snoring away on a recliner. I.