Drake Smith, the name changed with some effort years ago. While he used to be David, his long hair, scholarly glasses, and affection for old-fashioned...clothes remained.The weekend must have been satisfactory because every weekend afterward, Drake arrived. Always with a lady and often a different lady, and he brought friends. He brought a growing group of friends. Almost equally peculiar in dress and manner, the younger men and women arrived dressed in costume. Some subtle, some elaborate-. Reaching down he started to finger her pussy and rub her clit. She moaned loudly and was getting so wet. So wet in fact every time her pussy touched his stomach more and more pussy juices oozed out and slid down his stomach to his cock. As they were getting closer and closer to cumming they moved fast and faster. He thrust harder and deeper and she slammed herself down harder and faster. Her moans were becoming screams and her tits were bouncing dangerously fast. Then he shot his cum into her. After I had tossed our bags in the trunk I opened the door for you. You slipped in, spreading your legs widely as you did, making sure that I had a great look at your pussy before shutting the door. I don’t know how many times we had gotten away with that little routine, even with the k**s in the car. We weren’t even on the highway yet when you had shifted around to sit sideways in your seat. This too was practically habit. Even if we weren’t actively engaged in sex we always stole every. "Ephus narrowed his eyes as he stared at the sword. Powering up halfway, he again reached for the sword only to have his hand slapped back. At least this time, it didn't hurt nearly as bad.Ephus hadn't noticed, that Anhur was no longer holding the sword, it floating still in the air. Growling Ephus powered up as high as he could, reaching out to grasp the handle of the sword.A shrill wailing filled the air, almost causing Ephus to release the handle. Looking at the sword, he had to do a.