And his moans were more frequent now. He had the strong urge to jump up and kiss Ransom wetly on the lips and then yelling for the whole world to hear... "I love you, Ransom, I love you!" He didn't.It also felt good when Ransom finally came his humungous longer than week load, yelling out loud, "Ooooh, Jane girl, here it comes! Get ready to take me, baby! Ooooooooooo, yeah! Oh, fuck, that feels good, girl! Swallow it all and show old Ransom how much you love his nasty jizm going down your sweet. In the end it was a relief to escape to what I expected would be the more relaxed environs of Stephanie's backyard. I should have known there'd be no chance of making a discreet entrance.They must have had sentries out, because the moment Lance and I appeared in the door opening on the pool deck we were greeted by a brass band -- well, my brother Carl's trombone, anyway, backed up with Terrell Ford's keyboard in full orchestral mode, with Steph on table-top percussion and Kathy Powers on. The pavilion was primarily an open sided building that people could enter and leave at will. Janet explained that, before the previous Dran had expelled everyone but his allies from the city, it had been a large, open market. With all of the farmers and other sellers being stuck outside of the walls, it had lain barren and devoid of anything. There was a room that stood overlooking the pavilion. It had been used for the guardsmen to observe it and assist in recognizing crimes as they happened.. So close, she could smell his cologne and feel his warm breath. A shiver ran up and down Karen’s back. “What am I doing here”, she thought to herself. Adams lips brushed over Karen’s glossy mouth and a small groan escaped from her lips. Taking his cue, Adam started kissing her more aggressively and his tongue slipped into her mouth. Karen felt her coat being unbuttoned and dropping from her shoulders into a heap on the soiled ground. Adam kicked it aside. “Wait, shouldn’t we...”, Karen started.