It was not to be his last visit to the Red Cockerel. In the years to come, whenever he brought charcoal to the forge, he also spent a night in the bro...hel.He became a well-liked visitor with the women and girls. In spite of his huge size and powerful body he was gentle and always eager to please them. He also paid honest money for their services and he never tried to stiff them. In return, the women allowed him more liberties than they did with most other patrons. Thus, at age twenty-three,. I stopped her, reminding her she needed to be unencumbered, as she would be the only fighter and would need both hands to handle the horse and whatever weapon she was using. She thought for a moment and then nodded her understanding of what I was telling her.Two hours later, with everyone fed and everything packed back in the panniers, we were on our way. Anna led the way on her horse at a fast walk, followed closely by the kids. I followed well behind them on foot.We managed to get back down. Shaking her breasts and pinching her nipples she said that girls gets to see tits all the time, and that if we want to give her a good show that I would need to do it. Then she told me to take off my shorts and get this show going. My wife is usually pretty reserved so this was all a shock to me but just the idea of all this had me rock hard and needing to be set free. I pulled my shorts off and gave my cock a few strokes to show off a little. I then pushed it down to my leg and let it spring. There was definitelysomething about this chick. She was guarded, but not vulnerable.Feminine, but strong. Wounded, maybe. But strong again now."I-no-I just call it how I see it," he stammered, thrown by her again.He gestured to a gazebo. "Not too far from the hot tub. A deckedwalkway, perhaps, to connect the areas." I can see you're very sincere," Brianna assured him. "Do you needanything else while you're here?"He considered her."The restroom," he said. "I've got quite a drive." No problem..