"The wig fit like a glove. The brown mane of curly hair spread all over his shoulders."I thought of you as more of a blonde. Or a redhead. We'll have ...o try that in the future" I'd like that" he replied. "Can I look now?" No. Not until the illusion's complete. Though I can tell you, you look very good"He did too, a gorgeous woman from the shoulders up. The rest of him needed work."I don't suppose you've bought a dress behind my back?" Afraid not. And I doubt I can squeeze into one of yours.". " Did you know that when a warrior kills another warrior, he sometimes gets the defeated warrior's property?" Oh, I forgot. The horses and the gold." There may not be any." But there might be either, or both."At breakfast, the king made a speech. He had waited for Jón to get up to make his own. Jón felt more than just heroic and I had to temper his enthusiasm with some hard facts. I had never killed anyone before and the killing of the Romans didn't leave me particularly bothered. It helped to. " He would take you back, and the divorce could be rescinded," remarked the Colonel, "That is if you would rather be with him." God, no. Sex with you is so much better, and I want my child to know its father." Hmm. It might not be safe to try to get back with Sir Henry anyway, now that you are pregnant." Why not? He wouldn't hurt me."The Colonel stared at her, then pointed out, "He wouldn't, but everybody else would call you a collaborator, and to be completely fair to them, they would have. But my cock was reeling even more, the hard on in my trousers, had just exploded into my pants and the feeling was fantastic.John was as sharp as a needle; he spotted the wet patch on my trousers.“You will have to learn to control your cock, or you will never last until I cum in your mouth” “Cum in my mouth? What “white pee” in my mouth. What you mean squirt your stuff into my mouth; what then?” “Well you swallow it. It tastes great, not only that, it’s very healthy and good for you. It will.