You lean back and press your forehead to mine. All pretence of subtlety gone as we both need this. Both need to feel the other give into their desires...and their needs. To let go and cum together.Our bodies now moving as one. Your rocking hips meeting mine as we grind our bodies together. Hands exploring, soft moans escaping, our breathing laboured as the eaves wash around us.Opening my eyes to see yours staring into them. A small nod from me and an answering one from you and I feel you press. Soon they would be falling as another winter came to the Michigan countryside, but no one wanted to think about that, not on this of all days.Although most who were there that morning appreciated the nice weather, there were few comments about the rest of nature's scene. There were other things to draw the eye -- mostly the black of a hundred or more Amish buggies scattered around, horses idly grazing on the clover of the field. There were probably several hundred Amish present, ranging from. Do not believe you will be granted what you do not deserve?”“I should’ve aimed for the speakers.” I muttered. I hammered the little door for the sixteenth time. No one came to check. I moved back to the television.It hurt like hell. Shards of glass or hard plastic burst around my elbow. The screen shorted out and shut down. My frustrating voice bitched for another few seconds before it spazzed out. I shook my arm in pain. I wiped my elbow trying to get the splinters and spurs away so I wouldn’t. The tea is some fragrant herbal thing that Saul like's, we sip quietly as we nipple our snack."To answer you dear Saul, Saber was not the only person who wanted to talk to me," I look over at him."Oh, do tell," he brightens up and leans in pensively."Yes. Saber wanted to talk about my findings at the brute prison, Holiday," I dusted my fingers off. "Wanted my advice. Seth wanted my permission. And Diana wanted to confess." You 'have' been busy," Nimrod nods his head in sympathetic.