I only lasted a few minutes.She was cuming again as I did and her cries echoed off our bedroom walls. She fell forward onto my chest exhausted. I roll...d her off of me and she closed her eyes and drifted off into a blissful sleep. Henry had gone to the bathroom and when he came back I was just covering her up.He asked, "Think she'd like to go again?" holding his cock in his hand. I told him that I doubted it since she was already crashed for the evening. He bent over her and kissed her cheek but. He drove them both to the hotel he had stayed in the previous night. She looked at him in his white shirt and dark suit, wondering if he could fulfil her needs and desires. Was he capable of what she was used to? He had gone quiet now that they were alone and she watched his face which had become serious. The smile now gone his eyes no longer seemed friendly, but dark and foreboding. What had changed? She hadn’t said something wrong had she? Was he indeed dangerous as she had thought or was he. “It’s just, well, I was thinking that I might like to try it.”“Oh,” he considered. “You mean the writing part, don’t you, not reading?”“Yes.” Amy nodded eagerly. “But I guess I wouldn’t mind reading some also, if you think that would help me make a better job of the writing.”Steve conceded that it would, but stopped short of offering his own work for her review. He offered to help in any way he could though, and assured her it was not as difficult as she might think. “How would you. The Bay of Biscay would offer rough sailing this time of the year, and the Channel would not be better. Cold cuts and biscuit would be his sustenance, and one last decent dinner would have to tide him over until they reached port.By evening, written orders from Maynard supplemented his flag signals. The transports would be escorted to Portsmouth and released for the most part. Only three of them would return to Portugal with supplies for Moore’s army.Most of the transports would sail with.