.. it was all for nothing.”“Your training meant everything,” John said earnestly, before glancing at the young woman standing beside him. “You...trained me and I trained Sakura. Your influence spread out like ripples in a pond and she became your instrument of revenge against Mikaboshi.”The older man nodded, suddenly looking tired and haggard, the burning fire that had driven him onwards over the years guttering out and dying.Reaching out to place his hand on Yamamoto’s shoulder, John said. I pulled her closer to me and took her hands, putting them behind her back and holding them there.I kissed her soft neck and she cooed, moving her head aside so I could continue. I nibbled on her ear a bit and then kissed her neck again moving down to kiss her shoulder. I slid the bra strap off her shoulder and kissed where it had been. I moved the other strap and did the same thing to her other shoulder.Then I kissed my way along her collarbone to the notch at the base of her throat. I nudged. I rubbed around it with my fingers, then took a lick of his cock, right on the tip, from front to back. A string of the clear liquid stretched from my tongue back to the tip of his penis. I plunged him back into my mouth and took him as deep as I could. "Ahhhhh, godddd..." he was clearly enjoying it. I liked that I was good at it. I wanted to be. I found myself looking forward to his orgasm, the cum filling the back of my throat, injecting into my mouth like the cream in a donut. I practiced my. I put my stock out in his pasture, and put my gear in the storage room.Mrs. Wright called us to dinner about then. She was a very good cook. Her family was descended from the French settlers in this area. She was very tiny and talkative in contrast with Richard's big frame and muscles, and quiet demeanor.I told her all about my family back in Georgia that evening before I went to bunk in the storage room.Richard brought me a plate for breakfast in the morning.We got started and I built the.