“Oh really?” he said. “Does someone look in on the homestead? I mean like the sheriff’s office or someone?” he said in an unpretentious like...tone of voice. They said it depends and he asked what it depends on. The head Marshall explained as he listened. His head was telling him all sorts of things, many which can’t be repeated. He didn’t care. His loins “burst” with, of all things, “joy.” No, he did not smile openly but yes visions of him and her swiftly treaded throughout his mind. Tell me. "You didn't tell me you were going to attack Cedar City Nauta Melme." Dysea scolded him moving up close to him, pressing her body against his and snuggling her face into his neck.Martin nodded slowly and meeting her emerald green eyes. His arm snaked around her small waist and pulled her closer to him. "I know Melda Min, but I didn't make the final decision until the attack on Flagstaff went so well. Everyone was pumped up and confident, and the plan we developed last month worked to. She got up to answer the door and it was her lifelong friend standing there with her bags in hand. The petite woman ushered her friend in and they sat down on the couch, and her friend began to cry. She comforted her friend and then after a little talk she was feeling better. Then the woman said to her friend, I know something that will make you forget everything. The woman leaned in and gingerly kissed her friend on the lips, as their lips parted the friend looked hungrily into the woman's. We both thrust against each other and within a short time we both exploded in strong orgasms.In some ways, the actual fuck was a let down. It wasn't that Phil was bad, but his skill at fucking paled in comparison to his oral skills. By the time he entered me, he was already highly aroused and he was working towards his release. It was pleasurable but did not compare to the heights that he had brought me with his tongue. I'm sure that he good control and technique, but then again, so does Don..