”I leaned down and kissed her deeply, our tongues dancing against each other’s. I ran my hands down her shoulders not touching her breasts yet. ...hen I ran them down her body over her hips and down her legs. I ran them back up her long legs and when I got to her pussy I just brushed it lightly. Sally shook with desire. I moved my hands back up and started to caress her breasts taking her nipples between my fingers making them hard. I leaned down and kissed her breasts one by one taking. I asked Pat if her marks on her tits had gone and he told me that they had almost faded completely. He did tell me that her nipples protruded about an extra quarter of an inch now, which he loved. From the noises that were coming from our bedroom, it sounded like she was being tortured, and it was difficult to get to sleep as I was trying to imagine what they were doing. I had arranged to work from home the following day as I wanted to hear all about their sex the night before. Sara had told. " Why would you want to fight like that? It's not as honorable as fighting man to man." The way I look at it, when shield teams can be used the quarrel is between kings or chiefs, and when that happens we farmers are fighting for duty, not personal honor. Then killing is a job to get done as efficiently as possible, honor be damned. Anyway, in battles like that there are plenty of opportunities to fight men face to face -- if you live past the initial crash of the lines. It's not much different. Meanwhile; she came out from the barhroom and saw me naked from downside. My mennhood was in front of her eyes. Her mouth fell wide open. I tried to hide my dick, using my both hands but, it was late, she had seen me. After that she turned back and i wore my pent. 'sorry' she said. 'its okay. It happens.' i replied. Then we came hall again. I opened tv and started switching the channels. The rain was so heavy that the cable was loosing frequency every two or three minutes. Then we got bored and.