The Guard called for him to stop and three more pointed their bills at him.“Hold there,” the guard said, “What are you doing here?”“I am her... looking for a sister my father had with his second wife. I was asked to seek her out while on pilgrimage,” Dusan said in rough French.“You are not French are you?” the guard asked.“No,” Dusan started the lie of who he was during this century, “I am Dustan of Delves Hall, son of Lord Richard of Brittany.”“A fine man,” the guard said, “They say his first. After a hot shower and 3 glasses of strong wine, I started to move my hands across my stomach. My thoughts immediately went to Scott. His hands slowly caressing my stomach, across my navel. His fingers finding the crevices under my chest, my hand wanted to move his across my mound. My areolas engorged while his tongue moved across my neck and collarbone. I moaned and ached to be explored. This was torture, I wanted to feel like a woman again. I couldn’t contain myself, slowly pushing a finger. Her wet pussy was tight and silky.Guns and pussy I was in heaven.When she whimpered and begged “Please, please” it brought me closer to my satisfaction but when she pressed her pussy into my already forcefully pumping cock and came I couldn’t hold on.I wanted more of her already.She turned around and kissed me swirling her tongue in my wet mouth offering me a taste of what could be. I grabbed my belt and snapped it quickly around one of her wrists as she was turning away. Then grabbed her other. Her slow wanking of my cock was deliberate. It was erotic and I felt so horny when she started telling me what I should be doing to her in return.Her words intoxicated me. I wanted so much to give her what she wanted.I pushed her over and her legs spread like butter. It wasn’t the first time she had performed that manoeuvre and it was fair to say that she was an expert at it. I slipped my body between her thighs and my cock slipped in with ease. Wet was an understatement. Melissa’s pussy was.