Still it?s going to take at least a day to sortit all out.?And?? the King pointed to the Count?s head wound.The Count frowned. ?I was having a bit of ...reakfast with Baron Torthgar;wasn?t exactly dressed for battle.??No stockade your Excellency?? Sir Malcolm asked.?My bleeding fault.? The Count sighed. ?We marched in late into thenight, didn?t have time to set the camp up right. Still, we are on theother side of the Dearg River; they must have at least a week?s march onus.??Two maybe three weeks. The day arrived and we followed the directions given to a local public house. On arrival I was pleasantly surprised to find that both Pete and Marg were really nice good looking people in their late forties. After exchanging pleasantries and a few jars we loosened up and decided, after getting the nod from my husband to go for it. Marg and I went to the city shopping, leaving the men to have a few more drinks then meet us back at margarate’s house. Whilst out we called into a fantastic sex shop. She wore a strand of pearls and they matched the color of her skin. But she seemed to be lost in her thoughts and he knew that she hadn’t noticed his presence. He cleared his throat before asking, ‘Hey, are you alright?’ The husky, bedroom voice forced Fiona to raise her head and turn towards the guy standing beside her. Jet black eyes were staring at her, waiting for an answer. How many days had it been since someone had asked her if she was alright? Her hands shook as she felt the guy’s gaze. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him. "Yes" he said. "Good" I said "cause I want you to fuck me good and deep. I want to feel all of your cock."With that said I stood up and jumped up on to the fender of the car sliding my ass right up to the edge for him. I pulled my legs back and he wasted no time getting that cock in to me. Like I said he was nice and hard and as he began fucking me he said "You want this cock? You want it deep?" Well that's what you're going to get." He proceeded to fuck.