She left her Christmas tree on. She left a plate of cookies and some milk for the real Santa. I just shook my head as we walked upstairs. She turned o...f a few more lights. I was wondering where I was going to sleep. She had to have a spare bedroom in this huge house. We walked down the last hallway. There were some spiral stairs leading to another floor. Where were we going? "Follow me sweetie. Right up here. Isn't it great up here? My husband built this. Look out the windows at the amazing. I was just liking the idea to sit with her and chat with herAs she offered me coffee I pretended to look for cookies and the moment I did that she came close to me ,very close to me and kissed me on my lips…like these cookies…I was taken aback but I kept the coffee mug on the table,held her hair ,pulled her again towards me ,very softly and kissed her on her lips…both our lips opened and as we took each other with our lips our tongues intermingled with each other and both of us explored each. The guys didn’t really agree with teaching the women how to fight or be soldiers, but they certainly were not going to complain. After all they now had a chance to square accounts with Richard. Part of their training was to ambush groups of Richard’s soldiers as they raided the countryside. At first the women had a hard time killing, but they quickly got over it. When they would look at Marion, they would always take heart. In battle, Marion was proving to be not only extremely intelligent. “You look lovely” he said, smiling at me. “You look pretty good yourself” I replied, looking him up and down. “Should we leave now?” I asked, picking up my bag. “Yep” he said, waiting for me to walk out the door. He touched my arse as I got in the car, making me laugh. We eventually got to his place; I was eager by then, almost hauling myself on top of him. “ Lot ’s of people have arrived” he said,.