He would take me out, treat me with respect, so boring and frustrating. Even when I let him between my thighs I had to fake my passion. The other guys...who lived in the same house were just as bad all except Billie. Billie always looked rough, wearing dirty Jeans and T-shirts with tattoos showing on his bare arms.I was staying over for the night, when I got out of James's bed to go to the loo, when as I came out, there was a very drunk Billie. Before I knew it he was standing quiet close, close. ..YYEESSS," Michelle hissed over the raining sound of the shower, her hands now entwined in my hair and pulling. With each inward thrust of my fingers, Michelle’s hips involuntarily rose to accept them, and with each withdrawal her come filled pussy oozed the pungent mixture of her womanly secretions and the thick load of male sperm I had deposited minutes before. The taste was sweet yet tangy, all at the same time, but the heady flavour only served to spur me on, as I dug my face into. The people of the marshes were no Frisians like their neighbours; they were descendants of Saxon tribes who had fought against the hostile North Sea for generations to win the land they cultivated. Other Saxons had settled upstream along the River Elbe, while still others had conquered Britain, centuries ago, only to be vanquished in turn by Norman invaders.Wulf Isebrand was not a son of the marshes. He had married a woman of the marshes though, and he stood to lose as much as the others. He. There was no doubt they were turned on by thepictures and were flirting with her which my wifeloved. I got up to pee and one of the other guys, John, walkedwith me. When we got back Jason and Scott had theirhands on Karen and Scott was kissing her. I started toobject when John said, “Take it easy they’re justhaving a little fun.” The fourth guy, Mike, came over to me and asked ifthere was going to be a problem and that I should gowith the flow or jokingly said they would have.