“Professor Ágústsson from the Icelandic Museum of history, actually just sent me the translation from a runestone that Einar, one of the hunters t...at Kambanda saved, had made.” Katrin went through her notes and found the translation.“Ketill and Einar raised this stone in celebration of Dayo, the mighty warrior with ebony skin, who saved them from a bear and brought much pleasure to their women, Auður and Hallbera.”After reading the translation, Katrin looked excitedly at Amarika, whom she. She not normally with someone is she Ian? You told me she just had cats.”I must have blushed and she clocked it but didn’t call attention to it. She had detected my embarrassment and possible jealousy. My head told me such a feeling was ridiculous but I still felt it and wondered if she would ever be a friend again. My concern was allayed the next morning, a Saturday, after Mum and Dad had gone to work. I got up to find a letter addressed to me on the doormat. It was from Maria. Hi IanYou. She told me my wife was waiting for me for dinner, but invited Lisa to stay for dinner with them and offered her a ride home afterwards.“Sorry, I really need to get home tonight,” Lisa responded. “Mr. Font, can you give me a ride home?”“Sure. No Problem.” We said our goodbyes and Lisa got in the passenger seat of my car as we drove toward her place.Now alone again Lisa said, “Um, Mr. Font?”“Yes?”“Can… Can I have my panties back please?” she quietly spoke.“Oh shit!” I fished them out of my. My cock was buried deep inside of her mouth and she showed no sign of stopping. I started to protest, but Cathy shut me off. “Hush!” she said, “Just enjoy it.” I closed my eyes. After a few minutes, Cathy disengaged and quickly positioned herself, her knees astraddle my hips, her pussy right on top of my cock, her hands planted firmly on my chest. “I’m on the pill,” Cathy whispered. “Are you a virgin?” I asked. I don’t know why I asked, but I did. Cathy lowered herself on to my lap, my cock.