" Fuck!" Rhykov muttered, "get some sleep, I'll try myself, later." They say the lines are down, maybe the snow or sabotage?" This will always happen....We must set up a messenger system, with way points where they can change horses. A Corps of Signals, perhaps, and rope in some telephone engineers to repair the wire. Perhaps we could then base crews at these points, here and here..." Rhykov, you need to rest, you overwork yourself." I'm used to it." Rhykov?" she said, her voice changing subtly,. Not like the fumbling sex or a quick wank from teenage girls that was all he’d experienced until today. He could not read the noise coming from her whether protest or pleasure, a low grumbling short repetitive moan. He slowed the pace and because he’d cum earlier in her in her bedroom he knew he could delay this climax. Regular rhythmic fucking. Then his mind reminded him about where he had been licking earlier and with a finger he briefly felt for the entrance to her arsehole and almost. “Thanks for saving me, Jeff. I’m Loise,” I said, lost in his warm embrace, feeling his cock now at full mast between us. I lost my mind and all perspective and kissed him. I told myself it was OK, after all, I wanted a divorce right. He kissed me back and lifted me higher in the water. We were in chest deep water as it turned out, and now he was holding me by my ass as we pressed together. His cock no longer between us but between my legs. We kissed for a minute or so when he started to kiss. Mamma Doris is my second mother, not my realmother, but better. She rescued me from the streets and brought me hereon a ship. I was so little that I could be carried in a sailor'skitbag!" Martin felt that she wouldn't fit in a kitbag any more, buthe'd like to take care of her, and envied Doris the task."Doris," said Martin, "Doris. Have you always been a tart, all yourlife?" The answer was a rueful shake of the head. He lookedquestioningly as he adjusted his hat, ready to walk out into the.