It was obvious that three of these were owned by me. The Romans looked horrified, what had they joined? I smiled at them, in my armour I looked almost...Roman myself but my language was Celtic. Our group formed the centrepiece of the army, the other tribes coagulated round it, and so, somehow, I became the leader of this massive mob which wanted to be a massive army. I told the Romans that when the legion had gone – dead or left – they would be safe as long as they integrated, worked with the. (Anne-Phorcy) (One too many Anne's!) ;)(Anne-Mal) There are never enough Anne's!(Bashful) Yes there are, some times one is too many!I loved the story AnneP!(Anne-Phorcy) (Thank you, Bashful!) :)(Bashful) Jan tells me the best is yet to come, but she won't tell the ending.(Anne-Phorcy) *Chuckle* I wish she'd tell *me*! I still don't know quite how it ends.(Bashful) My stories do that too. Damn characters change their minds on me.(Anne-Phorcy) Don't you hate when that happens?(Bashful) Sometimes. I sat on the other side of Joe whose hand remained stroking Paula’s thigh. He started doing the same with me, turned to me and we began kissing, his hands at my stocking tops are now exploring my crotch, I feel him through his trousers.Joe is soon naked lying on the bed in 69 pose, me on top in my underwear and, to my surprise, Paula has taken her dress off and is next to me kissing me, watching as I suck and lick Joe’s cock, she’s very close but refuses to suck him, although she has a squeeze. It’s NOT an art. It’s a risk. Decide. Go for it. Hear and feel what you do. Wiggle or don’t. But there can be choices, right. Fingers in ass wriggled are NOT thumb on cervix. Thumb is not tongue on clit. Wriggling and rubbing are WAY different things. Pulling slowly and plunging deeply are, hmmm, not even in the same league. As a kid he loved Star Trek. Oh, those were back in the days when, actually, it was black and white as nothing has been since. He loved the adventure and the fantasy. He.