.. water sloshes onto the floormore hot water you demand...I'll just let some out...firston with the taps let me stand up to reach over you oops excus... me...how is that... is that long enough? hot enough? deep enough for you? .... let me slide back in behind you.... lean back into me aaaah of course there is.... but first i am busy rubbing you ,... moving from your back round your neck down and up your arms .(bearing in mind i am behind you as you now lean back into me.. where else shall i. So as to forewarn those of a more gentle and reserved nature, I’ll inform you beforehand that the accounts of this story may not be suitable for any readers who may be faint of heart!Marshal Eli and his closest friends, his fellow Marshals, had crossed the Poteau River south of Fort Smith and journeyed on south to come upon the Poteau River Trading Post.Just to inform those who may not be aware, Poteau translates to post from the French language and reflects the history of this part of the. ’ ‘Fuck you, Halsbury. I don’t need to convince myself because I don’t need anyone.’ ‘Everyone needs someone, Jacob.’ ‘Not me.’ Thorne watched as Jacob started circling him, his fangs bared and glistening. ‘Why not you, Jacob?’ He said softly. Jacob charged him, shoving him backwards into the brick-and-cement parapet. Chunks of masonry rained down on the parking lot below, just missing Sammi and Leon. Thorne grimaced as he stood, unable to dodge the next belt that sent him somersaulting across. Then once I was naked, I moved towards her again."Why don't you have a feel?" I asked flexing my hips at her.And slowly Mary reached out and placed a hand on my hard thick cock, and once again she in haled sharply."oh my!" she muttered under her breath."Does it feel big, Mary?" i asked "Yes, so much bigger than I've ever felt" she replied still staring at it, as both of her hands now caressed it."Good. and it's all yours tonight, so give it good feel!" I replied and for a few minutes Mary just.