Her hand ran though my hair and her nails dragged down the back of my neck, the other busy rubbing me through my jeans. She teased the head of my cock...with her fingertips, making it jump and twitch even as it strained against my jeans. Her mouth nibbled and licked my ear, sending sexual electricity running through my body. I wanted to pull the car over, put her on the hood, and let everyone who drove by watch as we fucked right on the hood of my car. I don’t think she would have argued with me. ’ ‘And why would your guardian wish this particular travelling William Bowman fellow to participate in your tourney? Is this some new event? I am sure that myself and all the other archers of my nodding acquaintance have long ahead planned out their time this early in the spring and summer seasons. This is the very last tournament of the opening spring series and many of us will wish to return to our homes and rest or work our fields for three weeks until the next round of fairs commence at. She let go of me and put one hand on the back of my neck and the other on my hip pulling me toward her and my head to the side gently hugging me with my still twitching cock between us and pressing her hips against mine.She whispered in my ear with her lips barely touching my outer-ear causing my stiff pecker to tense up and press hard against our bellies “rinse off and we’ll get a snack before we go any further”She started to loosen her hug and move away when I put my hand on the back of her. ” Helen verbalized what they were all worrying about.“There is that,” Jeff concurred. “Also, they might well have gone back inside when they thought the cave-in was over, in an effort to retrieve critical supplies.“Why haven’t they posted someone by the cave entrance to listen on the radio, or if they lost that, to stand watch for our arrival?” Whitworth worried.“Sir,” the Pilot offered, “we have searched outward to the five-mile point without any indication of the Science Team other than.