More memories would make me feel sorry for her, and I can’t be in that situation again.I opened the book, and turned to page 257. ‘Chapter 15: The...Napoleonic Wars’ it read in bold, black letters. I had no idea what any of this was about. I barely remembered how I even got to this point. I opened my notebook and read through my previous notes. Recently it was about the American and French Revolution. I paused for a moment, and looked up from my notes. I looked at the clock and saw it was 3:05 in. Zhalenya and Stanskiy were first. They skated good, but not great. They moved ahead of Andrea and Brett, and their presentation marks were, as always for Russians, overinflated--but the door was open.Jennie Sellers and Denis Poulin stormed through that door and slammed it shut behind them. They were magical. They were perfect. The crowd was on its feet 30 seconds before the end of the program."Let's hope the judges don't screw that one up," Warren said to Sophia. They didn't. Sellers and Poulin. The sensation of my cock head rubbing on her pussy hair had me close to blowing out again. We were now breathing heavily and trembling in unison at the point of cumming still making intense eye contact. She was now pistoning my dick so hard I shot my second load of spunk into her dark bush. As she felt my semen cover her pubes she began to tremble and tense uncontrollably. Her mouth held still open just milimeters from mine, she closed her eyes shut tight as she ground out an intense orgasm. "We shall not be staying Mister Yauntz, there is nothing here we want, but to deliver a few messages, pay some respects and then be on our way." River said. I could tell that the way she said 'Mister Yauntz' was intended to irritate.The crowd behind the men had grown larger, and suddenly I recognized Floe Mosas who came shouldering her way past the armed group to give River a hug."You found them and they are safe! Good job!" She said, looking at Spray and Scatter. A man made his way beside her.