"She said, mischievously, "And extended dessert afterwards?"I grinned and said, "Yeah. The usual Friday night dessert."But it wasn't the "usual" Frida... night.It started out that way, with dinner at the same inexpensive joint on 86th Street, and a lazy stroll home. We went to Ronnie's apartment instead of Martha's, and I was surprised to see what her bedroom looked like in its normal state, with that weird bed of hers pulled out of the wall and properly set up.While the three of us we were. She chuckles, "Amber to 'Armstrong' can you read me? *chrr* over."She gave you this nickname because of your arching penis... And your weak physique, making it a hot thing and a little tease at the same time. She liked to tease you.You mutter a "uuh yea, yea, sorry I was a bit lost in... In you, I guess." and give her a coy smile."don't you worry big boy, when we come back I'll give you the ride of a life time. ;)" she says, grabbing most of your package in one hand, licking her lips and turns. Millie and I still silently danced our dance of attraction, staying just outside the line. My fear was crossing that line and destroying our whole family construct. Millie couldn't think of betraying Mr. Bell that way. Our attraction was going to stay just that, an unfulfilled attraction.Sandra never really got over almost killing me in the shower. I didn't think she did much of anything but knock me off balance. She thought she almost killed me with her "uncontrolled lust." She still smiled,. Finally, the front lines of the English parted, and a single rider emerged. He appeared to be a knight of some renown, wearing a bright yellow surcoat with blue trim and on his chest, shield, and banners a blue lion seemed to roar.“It’s Henry Percy himself,” whispered Robert. “What does he want?”“He seems to want a parlay,” Sir Jean said as spurred his horse softly. “if anything happens, kill Percy.”Jean slowly rode his horse out from hiding and approached Percy, stopping just in front of.