By August I was getting around okay, my hair had grown out to a respectable length, and we once again enjoyed sex. We started a little before that, bu... you know what I mean.My stomach turned into a special place for both of us. For me, it was a tight knot that protected my womb; the muscles were always firm to the touch. For Rick, it was a shrine on which to worship. We'd be in bed and he'd lay his head on my thighs, gazing at my belly. He'd touch gently, stroking the skin in circles, softly. He saw Lady Anne MacDonnell frantically racing towards him and headed to her. ‘Jacob, Jacob, they’ve killed Hamish and taken the castle. I ha’e tae get tae Castle Camus in all haste and tell them. I beg yer kind soul tae take me there.’ Jacob saw the total distress of Lady Anne and knew her to be a calm, staid woman of character. She ran into his arms and he held her in comfort. ‘Who killed Laird Hamish, M’Lady? Who’s taken the castle?’ he asked in urgency of the danger. ‘The MacRae’s. They. Erin took the tranny’s cock into her mouth and began to lazily suck on it as she watched in amazement the cop begin to fuck the tranny’s tight little ass. Erin began to really fuck herself on the tranny’s face as she watched the erotic scene before her. Erin reached out to cup the officer’s heavy balls in her hand, gently massaging them as he continued to slowly fuck the tranny’s ass. The cop moaned deeply and then in a hoarse and almost inaudible whisper he said to Erin, “Stick your finger in. I have sometimes wondered, like I was now, would I go back? Not in this fuckin’ lifetime! And another thing I just realized. I never used to use the fuckin’ ‘F’ word, either. Not ever!Neither said anything more, just wrapped arms, legs, lips and spent the next half hour seducing each other all over again. Until Nick rolled over on top of my beautiful wife and slid himself into her once again. This time, they made slow, passionate love, kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands.