Idon't think anyone would have been able to see up my skirt where we weresitting, but I told myself this was something I would have to rememberbetter ...n future. A few moments later the implication of this thoughtstruck me - I was expecting to need to remember to keep my knees togetherin future. That is to say on future occasions when I was wearing a skirtin public. It was fortunate that we were sitting at a table. Therealisation that I was accepting that I would be wearing a skirt inpublic in. .. my own hands just couldn't match what I KNOW your body would feel like slamming up against my backside. I needed some inspiration. So I raced back to the computer and printed off a full page color photo of your face and one of your cock glistening with pre cum (my favorite!), and carried it back to the bedroom, ready for some real deliverance. I placed your pictures on my pillow and ripped my skirt off, in a serious frenzy now to get some satisfaction out of you. I reached into my bedside. "Elisa, will your prayers keep him in place?" I think so but I can't really be sure." What happens when we get home?"Elisa looked at Eric lost in the question. "I don't know." Do you think he is home now?" The Huscarl's voice sounded a bitdesperate.Isabelle studied the Huscarl, trying to understand what he was asking.Did he really think if one of them died, they would suddenly appear backhome or was it something else. "Who knows, it's not like this hashappened before. Perhaps we are all still. Then he got down on his knees and placed his hands on my ass cheeks. He stuffed his nose in between them and sniffed my ass hole closing his eyes. He then bent me over and spread my cheeks and licked my ass hole up once before biting my ass cheek. He licked it again and then slapped it. I let out a moan and he slapped it twice more, biting and licking his lips. "I fucking love it when you moan baby." John said. He then put his warm wet tongue against my tight boy pussy and I couldn't take.