But he couldn’t slow down. He kept his eye on the horizon watching in the direction of the keep for smoke. His rational mind told him they would wa...t to burn her, as it was raining like all the Saints were tearing. Mayhap they were, he thought bitterly. He had shed his share while he rode. With single mindedness he rode. He had to reach the keep. He had to save her. ~~~~~~~ They’d thrown me in a chamber up stairs, though quite honestly, I didn’t know why. Tilda was dead. I closed my eyes, and. Laying still and quiet she luxuriated in the wonderful memories of last night, the deep kisses, the way he made her body feel as he nibbled and sucked at her sensitive skin, the slick fullness as he had slid back and forth inside of her, the phenomenal pleasure when her body had erupted in the powerful orgasms. Even now she was aware of her sex pulsing, the slightly bruised and well used feeling between her legs so very sensual, her breasts a little tender, the nipples more sensitive than they. Your nipples are rock hard."Carmen looked down herself and blushed again as she noticed how her brown nipples that tipped her luscious breasts were hard as steel, "Okay, what should I do?" In the tub with you," I replied, "Get nice and wet."Throwing caution to the wind, she sat on a small seat in the tub and I sat on the rail next to her. I lifted her up by her mature hips until her vulva was floating just above water. "Is the water too hot?" I asked."No, it feels wonderful." Good." I sprayed a. I rolled over, began massaging her wet pussy and said, “How was that?” She in a joking way said, “It was OK.” The weekend arrived and at a loss for things to do decided to go to one of the local pubs where many of my friends hung out. Alexis and I sat at the bar ordering our usual. She loves Long Island Ice Tea and I am a Wild Turkey 101 with Ginger Ale kind of guy. We were listening to the music and chatter of the others around us. Suddenly, an unexpected visitor sat next to Alexis. It was.