....What the fuck, I thought to my self, its only been a few minutes.This is pretty intense .......I watched her pussy finally reach my mouth asshe ba...ed all her weight on me. I could barley breath as I though about allI had written in my stories.......all that she too, has now read, all the knowledgeof my pathetic weakness to women, and all that has yet to be reenacted.......Myheart raced as I worshiped her pussy.....wondering what was next I immediately began to realize just how frustrating. Lyonel was not prone to grievance, but his dreams last night had been unpleasant to say the least. Jons words rang through his head and he tried and tried to make sense of it.The seed is strong.Jon Arryn was an expert in economical questions, but Lyonel doubted he was telling them to look out for a good harvest in the near future. Lysa, Jons wife, had claimed he meant to praise their son. A narrative Lyonel thought to be nothing more than wishful thinking. No one in their right mind would. Your khaki pants are also a bit wrinkled by now, but there's really nothing you can do about it.Sighing, you think about how you've gotten here......You're Jane Doe, a new high-school graduate from a small town, going to college in an even smaller town. In high school, you were an athlete, playing volleyball, running cross-country and track, and training all through the summer. Then, it felt natural to be so busy. You're 5'8", slim and toned, and you made tons of friends and had a lot of fun. Even if somebody did see me, what was he going to say? That a man was flying around over the camp without an airplane?I identified eight large buildings that had to be barracks. Off to one side, there was a large building which I marked off as a mosque. There were a couple of smaller buildings that I was sure were the armory and administration buildings. I ignored several even smaller buildings that I assumed were sentry boxes and such. I found the motor pool, and dallied long enough to TP.