” He paused. “Well, most of us do, although there are some who believe that as we live in a vale of tears and woe they should reflect that in thei... character.” He emptied his glass. “But enough of religious discussion. What can I do for you?”I explained that due to the lack of books written in French in the area, John Blanchard, as he was known at the school, would have to travel to Château Blanchard, where there was an extensive library devoted to the many great French writers, for intensive. . She gave a moan aahhh … I broke the kiss and she opened her eye’s in a flash and was seeing deep into my eye’s and again locked my lip with hers. We kissed for half an hour. I broke the kiss and went down to her boobs started to suck them. Her breast part was now with my saliva.I now went down parted her leg’s and went into her nighty. I could smell her pussy. Wow what a smell… It had no panty. I just kissed it she was shivering like small electric current passed through her. I started to. Before I could take a second step he pulled a knife from his pocket and put it to Julie's throat. "One more step and I'll gut this bitch."I almost laughed and probably would have if it hadn't been so ridiculous. "You asshole. Julie is my sister. Do you think for a minute she can't take that knife from you and shove it down your throat."That was enough to get his attention off me. I came forward just as Julie pushed him away and dropped low. With his attention focused back on me she rolled out. ”I smiled at her, my fingers still massaging her ass, the ointment pot resting between us. Alice sighed and then scooped up a dollop of the white cream and reached past my left arm and smeared it onto my ass.I groaned as the tingling ointment soothed the bruising ache. Her fingers were nice, delicate, slimmer than Mommy's. I liked her touch. She smeared the ointment into my ass as we lay our heads on the bed facing each other, relieving the other of pain, touching each other. It was so.