The swords had no definite edge, so even if one of them managed to land a blow on the other, it would be a blunt force versus razor-sharp one. After a...few minutes, they stopped, handed the swords back, shrugged their shoulders, and walked away.“What the fuck was that,” George asked.I laughed before saying, “You said they could check out your swords, so they did. I can tell from the looks on their faces that they weren’t impressed.”“What do you mean not impressed,” the guy with the other sword. Her head popped up off my shoulder, the movements in her lap ceased. She looked at me, red-faced, with just a hint of a smile. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, "it's been such a long night, and I can't seem to sleep without getting rid of some of this frustration."I looked across at her husband, still sound asleep, his snoring a little louder now. I smiled back at her and told her I understand.I reached my arm around her, and pulled her back against my body. I whispered in her ear "Go ahead and. Gently he felt my swelling under the see through white outfit, but squeezed my ass harder, with more sexual meaning. Then he looked at me and uttered,’ Yeah I’d say Jazzy boi, he did gud job in dare Lady. Dat boi he coming on real fine. You looking after mah boi just gud. You still glad ah gived you a drop of mah gud stuff in dat pussy den Lady?’I looked into those now hungry eyes, I put my little hand on his, still patting his son in there, then feeling his huge now stiff poker, who did this. Texts to him and to both his roommates that actually remembered if their phones had said something the day before."Well, I'm here with..." I poked the blonde ahead of me."Melody," She replied. I can't see how Meghan had fucked up Gwen for Melody. This had to be someone else. I'd need to break out the Spanish Inquisition."With Melody. We're going to take over Matt's room. Do I need my gas mask?" I said around a grin. Matthew was the filthiest Reid, er, he or Camille was the filthiest. Their.