We went down on the floor, as i mounted her and started fucking her missionary style, her favorite position. We were now fucking like we were alone in...our own bedroom. I fucked her with wild abandoned, my cock ramming her relentlessly, as she writhed and heaved her ass, trying to get me even deeper inside. I could tell that she was building up to a major orgasm. I thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth, imitating what my cock was doing in her pussy. My wife loves getting it from both ends. She glanced over at Rooft, who was kneeling next to one of the dead. She remembered Fabren Rooft from happier times; when she was a recruit studying under Sir Givens. The man was not a warrior; he was a rancher. He raised goats and the occasional chicken. His skill with a bow came not from idle practice but from hunting; he supplemented his goat meat and chicken meat with venison, squirrel and, when he could, the odd boar. She knew he didn’t belong here, fighting the Red Guard, but she had need. Petersen and young JennyI was still a newby indeed and completely naive - she needed to explain me in private about PetersenI still remember that character very well: owner of an adult bookshop in England with spanking mags!I am a muse for my first female friend: the elder gentleman Mr. Peterson is me! - I still blushI learned from her private messages that she modelled that chap Petersen to the image she had of meIndeed my apartment is a bit similar: shelves with books everywhere, many with. I sat down on the couch with her, my cock at full mast. My sister was only in a lacy white see through panties. My God! She was so beautiful.Ginger pushed me back and spread my legs. My cock was right in her face! My cock started twitching standing straight up like that and my sister smiled. She lowered her head, I held my breath and closed my eyes. I opened my eyes just in time to see Ginger's mouth close over the head of my dick. I let out a deep sigh. The sensations coming through my cock.