I took a standard Italian Lute, and tortured it far beyond it’s traditional intentions to create some very appreciated and lively additions to the e...ergy and excitement at the celebratory dances of the Landsmen which involve much more jumping and twirling about than the dull processions of the court dance.I could tell by the faces and hesitations that the Low Friars had news of grave import which they felt was beyond my years to hear; I put paid to that notion by cornering one of the newer. "Angela", he hissed but she didn't stop. "This is torture, love".Angela released him unwillingly and climbed on top of him. He grabbed her hips to help her and guided her on his erection. With her right hand she put him inside her and the moment he felt himself sinking in her silken depths all movement ceased and they looked at each other.Her face was crimson as if she were ashamed of something. James used his hand to push her mouth on his own. They kissed wildly, urgently, searching for. He grinned at her and then pulled her down onto the bed. She landed on her back and Michael kept kissing her, focussed on her neck and lips as Tony took advantage and started kissing her thighs. His hands caressing and running over her belly and sides. Michael glanced down and smiled at him as well. Tony smiled back and dragged Julie’s legs apart moving his body into the delicious gap and his tongue over her clit.He leaned down and sucked gently on her clit. Julie moaned and her legs clamped. The evening wore on until we staggered out into the cold night and as we made for the taxi rank, we stopped outside a late night Internet Cafe, 'Would you like a Coffee' I asked her, now looking bleary-eyed, a mixture of drink and tiredness setting in, 'Ok' she replied and we both ventured inside, finding a computer at the back to sit at, I was in the mood for some fun to show her what we had been discussing, so I logged into my Skype and started showing her the filth, that was sent to me.