A tapering stripe of blonde fleece led down to the top of her slit, carefully trimmed, with enough length to retain its natural curl.The skin round it...was as smooth as silk, and the supple flesh begged to be touched. I ran my finger down the little strip and she shivered. ‘It’s beautiful, love, and it suits you perfectly. Come and sit down the way I said.’ She turned and lowered herself into me, leaning against my chest. Her blonde hair fell back and I could see her clear fine profile. She. She desired that we fuck in positions that we see in x rated films. I immediately took the stool which was kept aside and sat on it with my cock totally erect and told her to come in between and sit on my cock and insert it in the love pot. She obeyed and inserted it fully and started moving up and down. She became so aroused that she started scratching my hair and jumping like a whore. After a stool fuck i made her stand with her hands on the window grill with one leg lifted and kept on sofa. "Out of courtesy I'd planned to interview the ladies first, but that hasn't worked out. It wasn't like that last year, or during the first week this year. I don't suppose you know why the participants started showing up in pairs?"Ladies first, out of courtesy? Right, and I'm the Pope.Backing away again, freeing my arm to brush my hair back, I gave him my wide-eyed dumb blonde look. "Well, when they're selected, participants are paired up for the week so they can support each other. I would. The lads had to reluctantly report that still the Duke had not yet made up his mind about ordering conscription, but that they felt it would soon become a necessary, and perhaps even absolutely essential. Rowan's old master Gorge nodded his head, and said that already he had received a large order from the castle for weapons, and muttered that it was too bad that his best smith at forging swords had but recently left. The laughter in the tap-room helped clear some of the cloud of depression.