It's not your mouth, a washcloth maybe? It feels good whatever it is. "I need you to lay perfectly still sweetheart." I whisper "Ok."I hear the bag ra...tling again as you pull something out. I hear a spraying noise, then I feel you spreading something all around my wet pussy. "I hope that isn't too cold on you."I shake my head no. I feel your hand on my hip, holding me still. Then I realize what you are doing. There is a soft slow stroke of a razor. Gently, you clean all the hair away from my. Gazed at my crotch and moved her lips up and down, holding herself near the top of her slit. “Oh, I love this!” she moaned. “It feels so good.” “I like watching you, Mel,” I said. “I like watching you, too,” said Mel, running her finger inside her lips. Her finger got slick, just like mine. I rubbed a finger inside my lips and dipped the tip into my hole. “Oh, Mel, it’s gonna be Adam’s cock in here before the night’s through. I can hardly wait!” “And when I get with Jake, I’m going to suck his. I wore a pair of sweat pants and a shirt to make things easier and even wore a pair of lace panties for him. While I waited off the trail a little I saw someone coming and just figured it was just someone walking late that evening but he was looking around like he was looking for someone. I thought it was my friend meeting me and yelled out. He walked up to me and confirmed it was me. And once he did. He never let up.One second, we were talking the next I was pushed down to the ground with. ”I pulled a guinea from my purse and handed it to the Sergeant. “There you are, Sergeant Mulligan. Return to Bristol, and drink to the health of Lord and Lady Basset, and to the damnation of the soul of Napoleon Bonaparte.”Bonaparte’s death would allow the government to bring back the 2000 plus men who had been guarding him at St Helena, and redeploy the frigates and sloops patrolling the waters around the island. It also meant Eloise de la Zouche would not be involved in any more plots to.