My characters sometimes surprise even me.I make no apologies for the way that story worked out. It was my story and I told it. If you didn’t or don�...�t like it, then I’ll refund you the money you spent on reading it and you can take your business elsewhere.That being said, the more I read your comments, the more I thought that there was more to be told about this particular community and so I decided to write part 2.I make no promises about the way this story works out. Even now, although I have. Being from Macedonia, she always admired the stories of the great conqueror. She was thirty when she had her son and Agrippa couldn't be more proud to have a boy to raise. He started teaching him to play with wooden swords when the boy was three."You've got to stay there," Attia complained. "I don't want you quitting now then laying around the house or going to the baths drinking wine, gambling and becoming fat and lazy. You are too young for that." It's just that I don't see enough of you," he. She only had small titties, 30a, but her nipples were huge, she always laughed when her mates said you could hang coats of them.God this girl was good, she was alternating between licking her clit and then sliding her tongue up her friends hole. I wish that was my cunt she thought.Then she rememberd the message a guy had sent her this morning. He was old to her, around 50. He had offered his face for her own personal use, nothing expected in return he had said. He just wanted to go down on a. I can’t seem to stop.’ ‘I know, I can’t stop thinking either. What names do you like?’ ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ he sifted slightly onto his side, facing her. ‘There are so many.’ She snuggled up closer, pressing her face to his chest. ‘I love how warm you are. And the sound of your breathing…’ ‘Next you’ll be asking to smell my paws…’ ‘What?’ He looked down at her. ‘Nothing…’ Sleep came and went and in the morning she was gone and a note was beside him on the table a little blue book beneath it. ‘I.