"Mr. Brenneman... ?" Penny started to say, but I interrupted."Penny," I said, with mock severity, "you're sitting on my cock. You've just finished fuc...ing my dog, and have been in my bed, God knows how many times. Don't you think it's time we moved past 'Mr. Brenneman'?"She giggled a little, which, by the way, felt delicious around my cock."So what shall I call you?" she asked, "'Mike' doesn't feel right... hmmm!"She put a finger to her pursed lips as though thinking very hard."How about. . . a cesar chicken salad, side of fruit and water. I gaze lovingly at you, admiring your beautiful face, your sweet smile, your lips which show me how much you love and care for me, and I know that you love me with all your heart. I cannot think of the words to express how I feel about you, my love. The one person in my life who makes life worth living. As we eat we share our thoughts of things which need to be accomplished at home, as well as endearments for each other. I come over to your. Such was his excitement, John had never lost his hard-on, and Mallie took full advantage of this delectable opportunity. After all, even though Mallie had just had a cock inside of her for the first time in over a year, she hadn’t TASTED a cock, and taste she did. Mallie grabbed John’s ass cheeks firmly in her surprisingly strong hands and bobbed her head frantically, sucking almost his entire long shaft in a just a few gobbles, and went about sucking the musky collection of their cum off of. Gainesville would be the perfect place to train my crossbowmen before we left to head north into South Carolina. Tentatively, I wanted 27 crossbowmen, and my initial plan was to have them all be women. The catch was going to be finding 27 women strong enough to cock the bow. At the moment, I was planning to use the cocking technique that depended on leg strength. Two hooks were worn on the belt that were slipped under the bowstring.A foot was used to hold the front end of the crossbow down.