Milo unbuttoned his Jeans and pulled down the zipper. Reaching in he pulled out his member and it hung there. "Wow!" Amber said running her forefinger...across the protruding veins. She giggled slightly as each touch caused it to tremble. "Will it hurt?" she asked"Only for a bit, then you'll feel pleasure."Amber pulled off her nightgown revealing her naked body, seeing the tight body of a teen made Milo's Cock quake with anticipation. The girl stood up on the couch and hovered above his pelvis. Broadmore and Drakland were at war, once again. This time probably for keeps. The treaty marriage, where Duke Kelvin's brother Roland had married Perola, the daughter of Duke Enos of Drakland had started auspiciously. The bride had been a fríþwebba, a peace-weaver to bind the two ever warring lands together in friendship, and no one could ever claim that she had not done her part, and with joy. Their marriage proved to be love-match, with the couple ever doting upon the other, but it was. " He's just a horny old man, that's all." Let him feel you up then." Why don't we go to your place and watch the satellite?" If you want," Keri sighed."I think your place is cool." Please. I live in a junk yard."Amy shrugged. "So the view isn't much. It's still a nice place inside." If you forget about my family." They're not so bad. Better than my grandfather." They're all macho pigs, including my sister."They went into Biology class and separated. Mr. Jaimeson made everybody sit according to. The bar, where I go to think, is hit and miss when it comes to action. Some nights it’s quiet and good for solitude. I get scotches on such evenings… I actually like scotch for thinking. It keeps imagination grounded with sharp bitter stings of reality. Other nights, usually near the end of the working week, it is a crowded and loud place. Music blares and a companion is required to make the evening bearable. I usually call my friend Freddy, a shortish, blondish, assholish, athletic type that.