But of course nothing will be published without agreement from the both of us.Please keep in mind that English is not our mother's tongue - errors may...occur.We realized that fiction, or better to say, fantasy is more preferred over here, and that our sharing of things we experienced in real are less liked, so this might be the last of our writings.Anyway, let's pencil down what happened three weeks ago:We always love dirty talk when having sexual fun together, and sometimes we meet friends or. With a gentle grip on your cock, I start stroking my hand back and forth on your hard cock in a slow and steady pace. After a few minutes my tongue stretches out. I start to lick slowly up and down from the tip to the base of your shaft not missing an inch as you begin to throb. Running my tongue around the head, flicking my tongue along the slit till I am licking slowly back down your cock to your balls. I glance quickly up to you just before I enclose my warm lips around your balls sucking. Everyone was trying their best to seem to be as English and proper as possible again.That night, in the middle of the night, I had difficulty sleeping. Eliza was sleeping in our wigwam with us for protection, a selection of the sharpest knifes and my hammers hidden all around us in easy-to-grab places. It amazed me that the ladies and children slept at all; I couldn’t. I lay there, knowing I had to do something. I wasn’t sure what, but I had to kill the lot of them. Violence was so much easier. I lay close to her, put my arm under her head, and pulled her in my embrace. After a minute of a loving hug, i started moving my hand on our back, slowly rubbed my fingernails on her back, moving up to her ear, whisper in her ear, kissed her forehead, both the eyes, nose, and then lips. This enraged the monster in us. We went wild, I kissed her, lowered my palms on her breasts and pressed them. Slowly opened the buttons of her shirt. Slid my hand back and tried to open her bra, but couldn’t.