Something called Lepanto. Ever heard of that?" I've heard of it, sure." What was it?"Cindy held Boadie's hand and stood up, bringing him along with he... to the bookshelves. She took out a heavy hardcover. She grinned pleasantly at him and flipped the pages to a chapter entitled 'Harvest Of Blood'."If events normally occur in groups of three, then the eighth decade of the 1500's was a notable exception. The great Venetian shipyard, the Arsenal, exploded in a fireball when carelessly stored. I may have dropped that dumbass agent right in the middle of the sons of bitches." Maybe not. They are suppose to have a man posted at the old sleugh bridges. The hangout is in an old logging cabin of some sort downstream." I know the place. It's inaccessable by road. I've thought about fixing it up for a hunting camp. It's a goddamn fortress. It's made out of native rock and hardwood. It has a sheet metal roof and narrow slot type windows. The place looks like it was made to withstand a full. Terri straddled Kristen’s legs and then she knew that she was getting her first lap dance. Terri had her breasts in Kristen’s face which was a new experience. The look on Kristen’s face was priceless. She was trying to hold in her emotions.Terri looked at Kristen, “Have you ever had tits in your face? I see you are getting excited and if I were to check, I would find some wet panties." Terri was rubbing up against Kristen and sitting in her lap. She licked Kristen’s ear and was whispering. Actually it is several of them that run down to a little pool of heat filling her crotch.“It occurs to me,” he continues, speaking softly, “that you need to be punished regardless of you being good or not. So why don’t you go ahead and bend over that nice fat arm of the chair. We’ll dispense with the argument over whether you were playing with yourself or not.”Tabitha finds herself looking at the chair. How did I not notice it before? It is well stuffed and the arms look very fat and extremely.