M, John touched her on the arm. Once he was sure she was awake, he asked, "Hey sleepy head, aren't you getting hungry for dinner?"She stretched, yawne... and suggested, "How about ordering something from room service, and spending the evening just relaxing and preparing ourselves for the tour we booked?"John replied, "That's a great idea. If I remember right, we go down to the lobby and await the tour bus which is scheduled to arrive here at eight a.m. tomorrow."Jennifer sat up crossed-legged on. She was frozen. So I laid her in the soft grass and started eating her pussy. It was my first time but I dove right in. As I licked her pussy Stacey tickled her clit right before my eyes. In no time at all she was warmed up but neither one of us stopped. I could feel her body convulse and taste her fresh pussy juice. I had watched her Jill Off with my help. It was everything that I had hoped for!Stacey said, “Wow! You sure know how to warm a cold girl up.”I replied, “I wasn’t sure it would work. My squad broke out the metal detectors and began heading into the hills, with the other members of our platoon providing close cover – 'just in case' it wasn't a routine hike in the morning dew. The other SEALs' guns were pointed elsewhere.We made slow progress that day. It took us several hours to cover the few hundred yards to a spot 'over the mountain.' We eventually got there, and Lt.Cmdr. Robins came over and said we did a good job and thank you and all that bullshit. All I remembered of. If this was what she endured, no wonder she took the first opportunity to abscond.Unknown to the Mountain, the men’s loyalty was largely ... and perhaps some furtively, far more to Decran at this point than it was to him. Everyone knew Ser Gregor’s reputation as it was, so they feared him greatly, but they had no love for the man. The more they saw of Decran, the more convinced that they were that it was the Westerlands bastard who looked out for them, not the Mountain That Rides. It was Decran.