Of men."We need one of these for the boat," Wendy said, nodding at the Maytag.The attendant heard her. "Willard Gastineau down at the general carries ...he Maytag, I can call him."Wendy nodded.Young Willard was a very tall spindle of a cajun. He got right to business."Twenty-nine ninety-five complete ... two tubs and drain hose included ... plus 2 percent state and local tax and I'll deliver it. That's for the gas model ... the electric is seven dollars more. What's your address?" We live on the. “A dragon couldn’t set this heap of soggy earth on fire right now.” “It could be other travelers,” Indigo suggested, though he didn’t sound remotely convinced. Raven shook her head. “We’d have seen them. Someone was shadowing us, and they either weren’t close enough or ready when we bolted for here. Fuck! I should have known.” “Well, like you said, they can’t burn us out, and I don’t think there’s a crossbow made that would go through these walls with any force. Wedge ‘em up in the doorway?”. A little like my upright soldier who is now prodding happily into your butt cheeks. You turn round in my arms and raise them round my neck as you grab me to you, your breasts squashing sexily between us. You lift one leg around my waist and ‘He’ instantly finds the crease of you entrance, sliding along it in the slipperiness of your juices where I’ll be going with him in a minute. We kiss, wetly. Water running down us, such a sexy feeling. I kiss my way down to your wonderful breasts, suckling. Hotel accommodations were meager, so Ken and I shared sleeping space — two very small beds, and not much else — which turned out to be a very good thing. After a day of walking tours and not much else, the solitude of the room, two or three bottles of Asahi beer, and some playful bantering between Ken and me, I went off to sleep. Sometime later, I awoke to the feel of something warm and moist on my cock. It took me a second or two to figure out that I wasn’t dreaming and the wonderfully erotic.