Bev looked absolutely stunning. I wondered if she was hoping for some girl sex. The answer was yes when she took me in her arms and kissed me deeply."...lease, Robin, I'm going fucking crazy! I need to have sex!" She said breathlessly."Not yet! I have few other guests coming over; maybe after." I said as I ran my hand down her cheek and then lightly touched her tit.Then the bell rang again and I opened the door to see Sara there."Hi Sara! I am so glad you could come over! This is my friend Bev.. Kissing it and gently sucking on it. Soon I was rock hard again. "OOoooo it takes him alot longer to get hard after sex." she said. Then she took my cock deep into her throat. She kept my cock deep in her thraot as she worked her tongue over it. I never had a blow ob like that before. She started to bob head up and down "MMmmmm" escaped her as she blew me. She moved faster wanting my cum. I was amazed that she didnt even use her hands. It was a great sight to see. "Oh fuck I'm gonna cum" I. At Waterloo Parslow had been struck by a cannon ball that had removed both his legs from beneath the knee. Krish could do little for him, other than staunch the flow of blood, and clean up the bloody stumps."He must have the constitution of an ox, to survive the shock of having both legs taken off." Krish said, "not that you would know it to look at him."Parslow had survived the journey, from Waterloo to the coast, in a jolting farm cart, and then the voyage across the Channel in the stinking. There's not an inch of her back that wasn't burning with passion from every touch.My warm breath suddenly begins to move, around the right side of her waist, to her soft flat stomach. My strong hands rest once again on her waist. She feels the warm kisses staying at her waist level, and realizes that I'm on my knees. My finger is inserted into the top of her jeans, running its way across the top, back and forth, feeling the soft skin under the tight jeans. With urgency, she feels her jeans.