Just seems a waste of good pussy though if you ask me. But that’s up to you two. She can eat crackers in my bed anytime, and make sure you tell her ...hat, too.””I will, and thanks.””Hey, the honor was all mine, buddy, believe me on that.”I opened my eyes then, and just in time to see both men shake hands before Monty departed out the front door of our new house. It was then that I propped my head up to rest on my elbow, and looking straight at David asked him one question.”Who the fuck is. It was always best to accept people as they were, she had been told, to try to understand what made them the way they were, and help them from there--but, in a moment of unprecedented lucidity, she realized:... He's gotten really weird."I've been practicing my swordsmanship," said Paitr suddenly. "I know I'm-- I'm probably not as good as Master Marcus at handling my sword, but, I, I figured, if I practiced, I could learn." Then he blushed. "I, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-- Not that I'd know. She turned her head to ask how he had gotten into the massage business but the words didn't come out. Her mind was successfully off his hands, and onto what she now saw in his pants. She turned back to the table all too aware that her heart was racing and her back wanted to arch into the pleasure that was now coming in waves from his hands on her butt, her vagina which rubbed ever so slightly against the table when he pressed, and her heaving chest. She could feel the involuntary muscle. She asked me to remove my shoes at the door, and we both were barefoot the rest of the evening. Even though it wasn't cold outside, Catherine had built a fire in the fireplace, and we shared dinner on the couch in front of the fire. Again, we had so much to talk about, and two hours had gone by before I even thought to check the time. I took the opportunity to clean up the dishes when she went to the bathroom, then stoked the fire again as she returned to the living area. Catherine looked.