One day you were part of the family and it looked like you and Erika were going strong. The next you are with Melissa acting all in love. What gives?�...�“Have you talked to Erika about all this?” Jake asked cautiously.“Yeah, she was way off base. Maybe she should have talked to me first. I don’t know how she expected anything past a little all-in-the-family fun, for crying out loud. She’s my sister. She had this noble idea that she would sacrifice herself for my sake. I showed her I like girls. This allowed him to eat decent suppers and gave him an opportunity to speak with the local folks who frequented these places.After a dozen days, though, his aimless travelling ended. He never knew the name of the small village, but the tavern was named "Golden Cockerel". He had secured a straw mattress in a small chamber that he had to share with two other travellers, and he sat with them in the guest room when new guests arrived.Seven men, armed well and dressed richly, entered through the low. Our lips parted again and she watched herself masturbate me, both palms now twisting back and forth over my shaft. My skin was still slippery from the soap, and therefore allowed her to hold tightly without hurting. I felt my knees give way slightly as the preliminary sensations of an orgasm started, drops of white fluid forming on the head of my cock. As I approached the point of no return, she suddenly stopped. I almost shouted in frustration, but instead watched as she slipped off her. She told me to think of them as brain surgeons and transplant specialists. Guys she called in for a specific case, then sent back to their wives, when she had used them up.We were probably going to need them, if this turned into piracy on the high seas, I thought with a grin. Jennifer would be in seventh heaven for sure. Even if she only had to find someone in Miami to drive down and tell the Fibbies, "Let my person of interest go."Of course none of that might happen. They might listen to me.