I was forced to pick up a sword from from a fallen brother and defended the caravans from the marauders. My father had taught me the way of the sword,...it felt natural to me. I soon found I was a better killer than a cook. Slaughtering men was more satisfying than butchering pigs.In the maelstrom I found myself at Bohemond’s side. The pauper and the prince shoulder to shoulder. We fought together, like brothers and defended each other’s flank. Preachers recited their prayers amongst us -. But I thought about it while on the way over here. You're not married, are you?"Michael looked at her, then smiled. "No. Not married. Not even dating anyone." He paused. "Why do you think I'm always at the strip club, watching you?" He grinned again. "Same question for you. I don't think you're married, but are you seeing someone?" No," she replied, shaking her head. "I was, a month ago... but the relationship came to a bad ending."Michael was overcome with a sudden joy, because she was. Sharleen was still not fully developed, but her tits and cunt were always ready for a man's attention.Gladys' son Michael, , was home and noticed that both his mother and his sister looked flustered, and their clothes were a mess. His only sexual experience so far had been a couple of years of sucking his cousin Bill Powers cock, which he loved doing. Mike's prick was just 5", but he jacked it nightly hoping for growth. Gladys saw her son looking at them and she knew she had to have him...to. Tim gasped and "mmmffed" into the gag with surprise as his body quicklybecame taut and stiff. He struggled and gasped at the sensation thatforced his hips and his little corseted and sissified erect manhoodforward as he heard the near silent buzzing of the little device andfelt the tingle. He whimpered a moan into the ball gag that kept himsilent. He felt the sensation build, he struggled at the ropes twitchingthen gasped and issued a girlish squeal as he felt himself begin totwitch violently.