But will the rest of you stay?" We will," Chicote replied with a smile. "There is much to do to rebuild this country and the Guard. Many of us have el...cted to come back to our homeland for that purpose. By the way, that tunic looks good on you but you aren't supposed to wear it as a dress."Ronzet looked down at what she wore. She had put Jorgarn's tunic over her clothes rather than carry it to keep her hands free. There were some predators in the woods that held little fear of man."Don't worry,. " she mumbled. But it felt good. The sensation reminded her of something familiar, something comfortable.She sighed and sank back into her pillow before feeling the constant pull on her nipples and her large tits.Her eyes shot open wide and she stared down at the back of her son's head whose mouth was working diligently on his mother's milk laden tits."Kevin!" she exclaimed."Mmmmm..." Kevin mumbled, not letting go of his mother's tits.She grabbed his hair and pulled him away till he looked up. The Celts had learnt nothing from their comprehensive drubbing at the hands of the Roman war machine. They were still intent on a headlong rush in the hope that the pressure of numbers would break the Romans – it had never worked before, but maybe this time it would, that was the thinking. I have a feeling pigs think the same ‘running around squealing hasn’t stopped my brothers and sisters having their throats cut, but I’ll try it anyway’.Perhaps, I thought, I should write a book about the art. She rolled over onto her side as her orgasm subsided and slid down the boy's body taking his deflating member in her mouth in what was now a ritual for them, of her cleaning his prick with her mouth after they were done.Michael smiled down at her, enjoying the sight of her pretty lips around his cock, feeling her tongue lave the head of his penis and her lips move up and down his shaft. Soon he could feel himself rising again. He surprised her by taking her head in his hands and pulling her up.