I was sure that I couldn’t have any more to give, and it certainly took along time for our orgasms to come, after I’d cummed twice already, and Ja...es’ well practiced self control. I worked James dick deep into my throat without thinking now, as he did the same to me at the other end, until I began to feel a third and final orgasm approaching. James timed it beautifully, as he cummed 4 great burst deep into my throat, which I swallowed instantly. I couldn’t give him much, but he lapped it all up. With Helen's help, I removed the damp fabric, causing a slight shower of water to cascade over us both. It wasn't enough to cause more than a surprised shout from Helen, but it was fairly amusing.Lying on the revealed pile of pine logs was an old, single-bladed axe. I picked it up, and looked over at Helen."You stack, I smack?" I asked, hefting the axe in both my hands."How bout we switch off?" she suggested, grasping one of the logs with both hands and placing it on the ground, one end. All those memories, those horrible memories that haunted him every yearwere coming back. He looked at Lena with sadness "I'm Santa Claus! Ishould be able to do everything but I can't give these kids what theywant! This has to change!" he said. Then he got inside his workshop, withLena by his side. They started working together. It was complicated, andSanta knew it wasn't a definitive solution. He labeled the bottles ofpills. E for the girls and T for the boys. He asked Lena to paint themlike. When a compote of red and black cherries, berries and currents arrived with unlimited quantities of fresh cream, Jane sat remembering having had cream on the table as a girl. Such luxuries were unknown during, and in the aftermath of the war; even had they been available, everything was rationed. Because of her fascination with the food, Jane heard almost nothing of the conversation, which was, in any case, all politics and therefore of no interest to her.When the speeches started Sir Henry.