“Why, to do the very thing is to doom a ship to wasting away without a navigator fit to serve for years and years, good heavens, no, you must not go...to her.”Jon pursed his lips.In the end he did not go, but rather, sent a letter. Here, his long service with noble families of various levels (as well as other services he preferred to not think, lest the thoughts be overheard by some passing wyrd or wytch) gave him something of an idea of how best to approach even this most prickly of noble pride.. When, I got them back to my place, so they could pick up the car, they both asked if they could use the bathroom. Of course they went together.It is one of the biggest mysteries that Man will never figure out; Why, if there is more than one woman at a table or whatever, when one goes, at least one other will go as well ... lol.I admit that this time it was probably warranted, as I could hear whispering and giggling coming from my bathroom. So, it is really a clubhouse for women, right?I knew. They all helped me take care of the kids while I finished high school, and when I later took classes at a junior college. My Jack was unlucky, as he was killed in a fire fight just outside his base on his second deployment. I was now a single mom with two kids to raise. The feds give widows some money to help us along, but I still needed to work."I was living out here when I applied for a job at Quality Wear. It turned out to be a job for both Quality Wear and S&S. Sue is a real hands-on owner. “She's CUMMING!”The crowd's chant disintegrated into wild, raucous applause. I shivered as their joy washed over me, mixing with the dual euphoria flowed through my body. I rose on a hot cloud of ecstasy. I thrust both my arms into the air in triumph as the last blast of my cum fired into Celia's pussy.And then, barely heard over the crowd's trumpeting passion, I heard girls squeal. I glanced across the field and smiled at what I saw. I shuddered and ripped my still-hard futa-dick out of.