“When do get my next helping?” “Steady!” said John “You’ve got no bloody patience, and anyway, when I do recover from that hoovering you g...ve me, my next load is going somewhere else, well at least initially. I want to flood that sweet fanny of yours, then felch it clean.” “Oh!” exclaimed Mandy. “That sounds interesting, but maybe I have other ideas.” “We’ll see about that” replied John, but now, while my cock recovers, I need to return the favour and lick your honeypot.” “Oh yes!” Mandy. How to explain what she wanted, needed, without losing him. How to explain that she was no longer the woman she was when they'd married; that she was still discovering things about herself, and didn't want to go back to the way things had been. Couldn't go back. By the time she heard Justin's key in the lock, her eyes were red-rimmed and she felt mentally and emotionally exhausted. But she knew they needed to talk. She walked downstairs to the kitchen, where he stood loosening his tie and. He is Major James Moriarty. He has the look of a hawk. He is not verytalkitive. I have the feeling that he was on a hunt.4 May 1776.I was right about that new major. I overheard two RedCoats talking. Theywere saying, "The Rebels best watch out for the new major. He likes todraw and quarter any traitor or spy he catchs. He would do it on the spotif he thought could get away with."I knew that the Crown would only allow hanging, but I also knew of a fewcases where people suspected of supporting. She comes down the stairs.Female P.O.V:I wake up thirsty, I open my bedroom door and head downstairs. For some reason something doesn’t feel right. ‘Maybe it’s just because I’m half awake’ I think to myself. I continue going down the stairs when I’m immediately put in a state of panic, I feel my body being pulled against something warm and- most likely another person, but in my house. My mouth is covered and my arms are wrapped around tightly by a bigger arm.Male P.O.V.:I quickly grab her and.