We chilled and talked for hours, about everything and it was super fun catching up with my buddy. After a while he began telling story's about french ...irls at his school and how hot and easy they were. I only had sex a couple of times and always kept myself far from bragging about my sexual encounters. Then began telling story's about fingering girls at his school between classes, being blown and i began getting an instant hard on. My dick was already fully grown, so i had to cover that part of. She dressed and acted a little differently around us. She would come down stairs once in a while, wearing just a loose fitting robe. Barely covering her bra and panties. Jimmy would yell “Ma! Axle is here!” or something along those lines at her. But she’d just blow him off, but every once I a while she’d give me this look. I used to think it was the “I know what you're up to” look.Axle was my nickname. Mrs. T dubbed me that one night, after a crazy block party. My dad was a little drunk, and. “No. We are from the villae yonder. We are going to the local village to find out what is happening.” I didn’t say we had rebelled, but then I didn’t say we hadn’t.“May we come with you? We have killed our master and now need to find how we can form some kind of army for when the bastards come for revenge.”“If they do. They were leaving Britannia anyway weren’t they?”“Romans don’t forgive and forget. I’m Bran, son of Brean.”“Welcome to our band.” It seemed politic to offer the hand of. She took my face in both her hands. Lifting until our eyes met, she smiled and said, "I have known you but a short time, but I know that look! I know what you are asking yourself just by looking into your eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes tell your story in their flashes of color."She chuckled then and said, "Did you know whenever you are thinking and deciding about something your eyes flash with color? They actually flash and change colors faster. Your pupils get larger like they are trying to.