Jon was one of the lads I was at Universiy with, and one of the fiveflatmates in our house. We were all good mates, but Jon and I tended to geton par...icularly well because we were also on the same course. We would doall the usual student stuff, drinking competitions, messing around, skivingoff seminars to go to the pub. All of this was great except for one thing,I fancied the pants of the guy. It is a shame he was straight. I had nevereven managed to see him in the nude, only in rugby. "Maybe? She could have been a goddess or a priestess. We have no idea. It was a wall piece that was buried under dirt." James set the piece down and reached for another one of similar size but with a large piece missing from the left hand side. He lifted it to the light. "We think this was part of the same stone, although it was found about ten meter away from the first."This was a woman very similar to the first. She wore a similar gown and head dress, but she carried a long, black knife or. "Mort had gone on at length about all that psychoanalysis bollocks during my last visit, and he was still talking bollocks."Ffion stood by her husband," I said. "He was going to spend several years in a military prison, and after completing his sentence would have been dishonourably discharged, with no pension and no references. They had a son, and Ffion wanted to do the best for him. I admired her; I didn't hate her, or blame her for anything."Mortimer lifted a lip in a sardonic smile. "Your. Sarah gave me an ass fetish the first time I saw hers. Right now my fetish is in overdrive with her hung, toy boy watching.“That’s your third erection for the session Emile. Are you going to masturbate for me? Or both of us?,” Sarah smirks as she lowers herself onto my erection with her ass in my hands with her back to me.“For me? Or both of us?,” Sarah repeats. “Both of you,” he moans with two hands on his erection as I lift Sarah and slide her up and down my erection.“So good baby, so fucking.