"Let that be a lesson!" I said to her, trying to sound stern."Oh, I think I learned something," she said. She leaned close. "... or are you just happy...to see me?" she whispered."Look who's talking," I whispered back. Indicating her nipples with my eyes. "Now behave!"I pushed Barb up and reached for my coffee cup. "More coffee." I stepped off the balcony and went into the kitchenette to pour another cup. My dignity in tatters."Mark does have a stiffy," I heard Elizabeth say behind me.Tatters.... .down here ...to the kitchen ...now"Well Hamish was down the stairs quick.J'Arnie took a while, well she had gooey, gloppy, semen slush, warmly oozing out of her arse. No she wasn't slow down the stairs, wiping it all out, after each wipe, more came from her depths, fuck she had been arse creamed deep. No it was her frickin self-gratifying love for her arse, she just had to play with the semen-cream dribbling from her puckered now cherry red crack... she was nympho and proud.....Eventually her. “Bennought was clear enough that the Blademaster was not under coercion and was fleeing a coup, sir,” Captain Aolan replied carefully, concealing his disdain at Flasko’s timidity in his first independent fleet command.“I really do not care. It’s not the Imperial Navy’s job to get involved in other Realms politics and Amantil should know this!”“Your intentions, sir?” Aolan replied, still hiding his irritation.“As I told Blademaster Vicklon, we’re waiting for instructions from Fleet HQ where I’m. “She isn’t mad at me.”Papa laughed. “Not yet she ain’t.” Papa dropped me off at the house and I could feel a cold front moving in, so I decided to make a fire. I managed to grab an arm load of kindling before he headed back down the dirt road. Momma was scrubbing the floor in one of them flimsy dresses she liked to make. It used to be a window curtain a few years back. I paused on my way to the fireplace. That ass deserved a moment, but I must have given it a moment too long.“You’re mucking up.