I was having more fun that I could ever imagine. Mark and Alex were sucking each other's cocks and I was in what I later found out was called a spitro...st. I presume as jake saw Mark cum inside me that it would be okay for him to do the same, and he did. His cock throbbed as he shot his load in my ass, he slowly pulled out and I laid down. I was exhausted, my ass was exhausted, I remember laying there as my hole twitched a little as some cum leaked out. Without warning Alex had moved into. If too many wanted to play on a given night, it was usually possible to divide them into two tables.Cheryl asked Mark, “Honey, don’t you think it would be a good idea to invite Jake to join your club? He could bring his club ... and his lovely cinnamon wife. Wouldn’t that be nice?”Mark remembered Jake’s ‘cinnamon’ wife very fondly. She didn’t look like cinnamon. Her skin was the color of cocoa. She tasted like cinnamon. The memory made his cock swell even more inside his daughter, whom he had. His heart's still thumping." What we gonna do wif him?" Don't know. Maybe we should ask Mr. French." He's in town. Went Sattidy an' hain't come home yet. We's all worried 'bout him. There's trouble. We heerd shootin' an' there were some smoke comin' from over near the Pike a while back." Jefferson waved his ax handle toward the southwest, in the direction of Seth's home."We could tie him up and put him in the barn," suggested Seth, trying not to think about his mother and hoping to remember. With little effort, she could easily call upon the ancient defendersthat resided in the stone.However, even with that power at her fingertips, Aislin had little desireto call upon that magic.She now stood at the crossroads in time, moments before an event of suchmagnitude that it would influence the political future of the realm formany years to come. Even the smallest action would directly influencethose future events.She had changed that outcome to a certain degree by arriving under herHouse.