But all encased in scale mail and leather. “Yes, perhaps you are correct,” and reached for the pouch at my waist. At the same time I pivoted away ...rom the blade, my left arm-guard against the flat of her weapon. My right leg behind her knees, a firm press of my forearm across her chest and she went down like a sack of potatoes flat on her back. A nimble leap as she swept her broad sword free of its sheath slicing at my knees, and, then with a crash, I was down on her chest knocking the wind out. I'm a pretty good cook, you know." I'll bet you are."Laura finished getting her mail, and she and Bernice went upstairs. It was nice to be alone with her without Cecilia being there to control their relationship. Bernice was sweet and direct, and Laura discovered that her sexual desire for the girl was so intense that she might never have gone to bed with her already.She made the salad, and Bernice cooked. They had two glasses of wine and ate. Afterward, they did the dishes together.Drying off. And what Shane wanted, was to fuck me. And I let him. It was almost like one of the slow motion replays. Everything was crystal clear, every detail was burned into my memory.I let Shane lower me to a cushion that had been placed in the middle of the room, then I watched as he pulled my pants off. As he stood over me and undressed I watched fascinated by his body. It was different than Steve's, smaller and more defined, I could see every muscle ripple as he moved.Then he was kneeling between my. "Who do you want, Bill? You know there's no one in this family by that name," she responded. "Did you call to speak with Jerry?" Well, yeah! Jerry, the cuck, is he there?" I asked. "I wanted to tell him something." You call Jerry, "the cuck" now? How did he get that nickname, Bill?" asked Sue. "Does it have something to do with his bowling?" No, his bowling sucks, but it always has. That's nothing new. He was telling us last night that he's becoming a cuckold pretty soon, so it seems.