Halfway down I found a leather-bound book, though whenI tried prying its pages open, I found that they were partly stuck andthe pages I could see were...completely smeared and illegible. Obviously ithad gotten wet at some time in the past. Shrugging, I set it off to theside as well.As I got closer to the bottom of the trunk my frown grew deeper anddeeper. I hadn't found anything that was worthwhile at all and it wasreally starting to look as if I'd wasted my money. Then I found somethingthat made. He began tickling her. He laughed, watching her expressions change.She squealed out with surprise, not expecting him to do anything like that to her. She began trying to tickle him back in the process, her body curled up, trying to hide any spots that he could get to. “Mercy…mercy!” she screamed out, laughing almost to tears.All he could do was stay fixated over her. His palms rested at the sides of her shoulders holding him up, keeping his weight off of her. He let out a deep breath, his gaze. Some of the character names in the story were inspired by those in that novel, as well Ivanhoe is a great, inspiring novel because it can be read on so many different levels: adventure, historical, prejudice, love and courage. Thank you, Sir Walter. I hope that I have done justice to your great work. Autumn Writer ***************** Coach Martin thrust out the little slip of paper at him. Ivan Horton looked down at it, then back up at his coach, who didn’t look at him at all. He was talking on. Claire controlled the depth of my cock in her mouth and mostly nursed from the end of my pissing dick. At the beginning Claire took the approach of a normal blow job. The few spills she made were when she failed to master my discharge at the back of her mouth. It wasn't so much that Claire would choke, she was pretty damn good with a cock in that respect. It was more the case that with a full cock in her mouth that she couldn't manage a perfect seal. Escaping piss would run from her mouth,.