” And with that, I hear the strains of some soft slow music coming from somewhere and he stands up, holding his hand out to me. Placing my hand in h...s, I feel him gently pull me a little away from the table and then he holds me close. I sense danger in the stance, but ignore it, feeling incredibly safe in his arms at the same time. He is a good dancer. His hand in mine and his hand on my waist seem to leave my skin on fire. He pulls me closer as I place my hand on his shoulder. I’m scared to. I saw his wedding ring.He was a decent man.He did not want to **** me, just see me satisfy myself while we watched porn.The whole situation turned me on, suddenly.Suddenly I wanted this man, who could have been my father, to fuck me.Maybe it was the moans and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh in the video, but I turned towards him, spread my legs and laid back on my couch, looking him straight in the eyesI didn’t need to say a word.He came over, positioned his cock at my vagina and slipped. He had been there every step of the way and watched as even the undergrowth was slowly trampled or hacked away by warriors whose only concern was staying alive. Other than a rare patch of grass, Yargos knew nothing remained but dust… lots of dust, along with signs of death. When the war first started, he was able to recognize certain spots where close friends or heroic comrades had fallen, and their blood had darkened the ground. But now, after so much time and so many battles, the old stains. Sitting in what was to become my favourite chair by the fire I felt warm and relaxed, I might be a queer I thought but what does that matter, Catherine sat in the other easy chair opposite me as we drank our tea. We just relaxed listening to the music for oh, about an hour or so I guess as I pondered what I could do for her, for the time being there was only one thing I could think of. Suddenly getting up out of the chair I walked over to her, she looked up at me a little startled and I held.