"That's it! That's good! Don't be shy, now! Suck my tits good! That's exactly what I want you to do. Aaaahhh, yesssss!"She pulled his face closer, for...ing more of her aching tit into his eager mouth as she leaned closer to him. She stroked and parted his fine blond hair encouragingly, low moans of increasing delight rippling up from deep inside her.Her legs started to quiver and goosebumps sprinkled her flesh. A fire consumed her deep inside, and seemed to be emanating from her crotch, licking. He threw it at me.I swung my sword, battering the bludgeoning aside, chain clattering. He charged in after, swinging the sickle at my throat while he already whirled the chain around him to attack me again. I parried the sickle and retreated, the chain hissing down to trip up my legs.I jumped backward. The chain hit the ground beneath my feet, ripping up a thick tuft of grass. I groaned, landing hard. The world spun around me. My balance tottered. I sucked in another breath, my strength. They started training at 6:00 am and Jake tried to end their workouts with twenty to thirty minutes of hand-to-hand combat. He borrowed from boxing, wrestling, and the martial arts. His former life had included a few years of both jujitsu and karate instruction. He had boxed in unit competitions while assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division and had taught unarmed combat at the Special Warfare School. Jake’s theory on fighting style was simple. Know enough so that you could do whatever it took to. God, you have a great body for someone, I stopped him at that for someone what, my age? What do you think I am, 65, stop bringing up this age nonsense, if I was worried about age so much, I wouldnt have married your father. Dont you have anything else to talk about other than the possibilities of our marriage? Barry spoke coming down the stairs. what do we have here, what were you guys doing, Jesus, last time Ive seen so much sweat, I was in Africa. Ha ha ha, this is what a healthy human looks.