It was one of the king’s horsemen, who apparently functioned as an outrider.“There is a little pond with some trees about half an hour walking fro... here and it suits well to make rest for the midday,” he said as soon he had reached the party.After the skirmish and the long walk the men were tired, but the thought of getting out of the burning sun seemed to give them extra energy and they reached the resting place much faster than predicted.Larissa’s horse had just stopped when a couple of hands. She reached a finger towards the head of my dick, touching the drop with her fingertip. She then slowly smeared it over the swollen head, leaving it shiny. A long trail of sticky juice followed her finger as she removed her hand from my purple head. It snapped as she raised her finger to delicately lick that glob of pre-cum. Immediately, another dollop, bigger still, spurted from my cock."Oooh! That's so tasty, Tim. And I see that there's plenty more where that came from! ", she exclaimed in a. The timing is right for me to act. Remember, keep Karl right out of it.’ Karen walked past the brothers and their friends, heading for the women’s rest room. Alan stepped out and gave her a shoulder a swipe with his. Karen staggered and apologized sweetly, saying she wasn’t looking where she was going. ‘Oh hi, it’s Alan…um…yes, Alan Withers. Oh there’s your brother over there. Hi Barney.’ Barney looked momentarily even more confused that Alan. He strode over and said he saw Karen assault his. THAT EVENING AS WE sat on the balcony, I asked, "Do you know your toes wiggle when you eat?" Humidity had been burned away in the afternoon by the return of an intense hot Aegean sun. Now, with nightfall, the sounds of music and laughter floating at us from the tavern, I was watching pink toenails wiggling as Weather took another bite of homemade pasticcio, a sort of Greek lasagna consisting of a layer of cheesy tubular pasta topped by ground veal and lamb in a tomato sauce, topped by more.