I breathe harder on your clit as you take one leg out at a time. I move closer to you and take the waistband of your panties with my teeth and pull th... panties down, exposing your beautiful, smooth shaved pussy. I see how wet your lips are from my teasing. You step out of your panties and place your legs in the tub one at a time. I let your body sink into the warm water, watching as you get comfortable. I place my hands on your shoulders and massage them slowly, easing away your stress. My. And so that was how we survived a very close encounter. That evening my parents asked me to stay at the table after diner was over and the grilling began in earnest. I held my nerve with some difficulty untill they were convinced that it was just innocent fun and we behaved as young gentlemen should. ..BUT …I wasn’t to swimming there again with any girls unless there was an adult present. You know how people gossip, my mother said. You might be just swimming but in an hour it will be a much. The exhausted women, older and younger, were lying on the carpet, shining with juices, streaked with lipstick, wet hair sticking to their forehead, pubic hair covering everything or nothing at all. Sarah was staring at Mary, and opened her thighs. Emily was masturbating inches away from Helen’s rack. Sarah was tempting her mother, inviting her to visit her open thighs. Helen was smelling Emily’s juices and was seconds away from temptation. Families were getting closer, too close. Mary broke the. I called him on it. We stepped outside, and I sent him to our sweet Jesus. I used my sword and split him right in two! His blood was splattered all over everything!So the knight’s lord got angry; he demanded payment. My lord Aidan, when he heard the cause of the disturbance demanded payment in kind. Aidan rightly claimed the Norman knight was a fool to make a claim he couldn’t sustain. When last I heard the two sides were still haggling. It’ll take a monk, or an old Breton, to sort that one.