Molly didn’t scream, but the sound of body against body was clearly audible throughout the ship. Molly wasn’t a squirter, her orgasm was a muffled...grunting, animal, primitive. ‘Ungh ungh ungh ahhhhh!’ Bloody hell, rinse and repeat, thought Margarethe. They did. This was what Sharyn and Molly had waited for, not the furtive fingering in a storage area, nor masturbating late at night, each thinking of the other, nor the quick glances or touchings when they were together for an instant. This was. I managed to duck below his attack and swung my sword out catching the side of his horse. With a loud cry of pain from his horse it fell to the side throwing Remus off. The horse managed to regather its footing and took off, leaving Remus behind.“Such a foolish little soldier you are, so you have chosen death!” He growled as he swung his sword at me. He was stronger and better than the men I have fought before and I struggled to defend my self. I blocked with my shield and tried to return with. Being a younger couple with a kid made that hard. My wife walks in from work late and I greet her from the couch. She looked tired, I probably wasn’t getting any tonight. Her hair is up off she neck but she pulled it out of her bun and her curls fell to her shoulders. She pours herself a glass of wine, our son was asleep so who could blame her.“Long day?” I ask glancing at her.She nods walking over to me, she plops down and rests her head on my shoulder. “Miss you,” she whispers. I look down at. Andit turns out that the 'real me' is gorgeous and girly." Hell yeah she is!" Kayla giggles. "Ugh, what does that say about the'real me', then?" ...That despite the fame and fortune, all you want is to be loved?" Iask."Doesn't everyone?" Kayla asks, before sighing and picking herself offthe floor. "Though the fame and fortune ARE nice, heh." Not when they're stressing you out like this," I reply. "Take it fromsomeone with, like, four years of experience." Yeah, I have the same amount of.