He humped up and kept on fucking into the willing teenaged girl.Hotdog/boy dipped his hand under the rutting couple and moistened it with their leakin... juices. He then spread those juices over his own rigid cock in preparation to his own plans. Next, he jabbed his middle finger in Ronnie's ass and worked it in past the second knuckle."Oohhh!?!" Ronnie moaned in surprise at her ass being played with.At first she wasn't too sure. But the combination of getting fucked in her pussy and the finger. Tonight though was a feast to celebrate victory over another of their enemies. The hall had been swept clean and fresh rushes matted over the floor. The thatch had been smoked with juniper to drive out the insects which sheltered within it and fresh lime wash had been applied to the walls; what had for so long been a war camp’s keep seemed again the seat of a king. Tonight, if the tribute of the vanquished - the greatest treasure they could offer - found acceptance they would no longer be a. She shyly said "The flute."Well, hell. I spent a day in Bangor visiting music stores. I found what appeared to be a very nice flute for about 1200 dollars. I bought it, put a ribbon around the case with a bow on it and left it under her pillow.The next morning I beheld a screaming, jumping Julie that tried to hug me to death. I caught her smiling much more often after that. She'd sold her precious flute to feed her kids while working at that hotel. In my ignorance I'd gotten her a much nicer. The things that had seemed to encompass my entire life before the last month now seemed meaningless in comparison to the upcoming conflict that would decide the fate of our planet.“Hey, let’s go! It’s already time for our next class!” Turning around to look in the direction of the voice, I just nodded at the speaker. A girl who had barely spoken a word to me before this week. Emily.This was the weirdest thing that had happened to me since returning to school. People who couldn’t be bothered to.