And then his second burst emptied into me explosively, triggering my second orgasm…and my third! With another wonderfully powerful throb in the dep...hs of my sheath, into the depths of my soul, he moaned “I need to come again!” “I need you to come in me!” I agreed enthusiastically. So he did. I squeezed and squeezed, milking every last drop into my hungry depths, as I trembled through two more orgasms. I couldn’t get enough of him! But that was becoming usual for me, and I loved feeling I. Iron is more plentiful but weak. Steel will be plentiful and strong. We are entering a new age and you are part of it. Your sword is the first of its kind."The smith said nothing but stared at the fire and did some thinking. Eventually he asked, "Will my job be turned into a man simply melting metal?" Not really. Many more people will be doing your job or just part of it. A man is still needed to make horse shoes and to fit them. Another man works at a hammer that weights more than you would. The memory that springs to mind is the two of us climbing a set of stairs outside a mall, with me trying (a bit impatiently) to subtly slow down and him puffing along behind me. He kept asking me to marry him, actually. The funny thing is that despite his age, he really wasn’t ready. That much was obvious. I’ll leave out the gruesome details of our sex life, because basically they consist of him trying to convince me that I really wanted to sleep with him, which I didn’t, and, the two times I. She spoiled him far more than he deserved, he felt sure, and then after dinner, she let him clean up and then they watched a little TV before they retired up to their master bedroom.Mary had always been very eager for sex with Philip but her pregnancy and then her knowledge of how sexy he'd been with all the other girls in their family made her want him in bed that much more. Mary knew that Philip was still seeing all of the women he'd knocked up -- their own daughter and their two.