Behind, the Durotrices poured towards the horsemen. Their lands had already been burnt, the crops stolen; they had a score to settle. No horseman that...got stopped came out alive. The legion’s horse were destroyed. Of course the Durotrices and the chariots then carried on towards the side of the legion infantry line; I expected that. They would lose many more men there, but that was their loss. As the legion approached, I ordered a retreat of eight feet. It was a risk, we were faced by an. She came to the bridge. It was a cool day, and bright. The public buildings were decorated with hanging vines, ripe gourds, cornstalks, and out-of-season flowers. Here on the bridge, a great wooden idol in the shape of a sacred bull, hammered together from old planks and table legs and broken carts, was the centerpiece of the festivities. Surrounded by celebratory fires, the bull was the ultimate symbol of virility, and countless flagons of sacred wine were broken over its horns, to the delight. She had let her hand stray to his cock, masturbating it in a slow lazy way, so that the foreskin pulled down exposing its head. It was all relaxed and sensual, but exciting enough to cause my own cock to stir and swell. Helga too seemed restless in spite of the laziness of this beautiful afternoon.Anne surprised us by suggesting we should all brighten up our afternoon with a little energetic action. As she and Jim pulled all the mattresses together I realised it wasn't a swim or a game of beach. C. when he picked up a tranny. ‘No but if you two hook up tonight you will not be disappointed. Lee gives great head and is a great fuck,’ Cory shared. ‘I’ll keep that in mind, Thanks for setting me straight,’ Cliff replied. Lee returned and was given the once over by Cliff who still had a difficult time believing that Lee was a ladyboy. The four of then chatted some more and then Cory and Lee moved on. Cliff and Benny spent most of the day on the pool deck and then switched to another sitting.