Hands came under me in no time and comfortably put me as on bed position. He stroked my legs, my thighs, my arms, my face, my stomach with both hands....Slowly he downed the zipper and removed my blouse and threw it to guys. He pulled off my skirt and threw it to guys. There was a loud hurray and scramble to look at my breasts, which were still covered with the skimpy bra. Lot of dirty comments also could be heard. Then he slowly stroked my neck and the upper curves of my breasts, soft and rough,. God, he could fuck her forever and never grow tired of her. He could not hold out for long though, not with this juicy little piece of fuckmeat wrapped around his cock. He came inside her with a loud groan of pleasure, filling her flat belly with his seed. If the bitch got pregnant he would make her get an abortion.?Hope you are on birth control, bitch. If not, get on it fast.? Pleased, he pulled himself out of her, grinning at the sloppy slurping sound. She blushed hotly at the loud sound.. Some of them went back to helping build the arrow-engines, another catapult, and the second trebuchet.The arrow-engines weren’t working out. The carpenters built all three of them, they could work pretty fast when their lives were at stake, but their work came apart every time they were fired. They were simply too big for their materials. Or, rather, the bow was too strong. It would load, cock, and fire, but their prods, the things that held the bow to the stock, weren’t strong enough. The ends. Pulling back the curtain, he could see that dusk had come and gone and the night had set in fast. Now was the time to check if his thoughts of what had taken place were right or wrong. Taking the torch from the cupboard, he flips the switch a few times to make sure the batteries still have life and tucks it into his jacket.The sleep had done him some good, he felt calmer, but the closer he got to the entrance bushes of the hidden lane, the more his anxiety rose.The bushes covering the lane.