Oh Lord." She wrung her hands and gripped my arms. "Go hide," she said to me. "Up in the attic."I watched the officer come striding to the back door a...d heard him let himself in. "Cecelia," he yelled. "Whose horse is in the barn?"When he walked into the room, I grabbed him by the lapels. "It's mine," I said, lifting him by his jabot. "Get down on your knees." He knelt, and I pulled his sword and pistol from his belt. I dragged him into a corner of the room, ignored his noisy protests and pushed. Seeing the ever growing bulge in my pants she made her way over to me. “Looks like someone else needs some attention” she said as she delicately took hold of my cock through my joggy bottoms. She rubbed me gently and then pulled my bottoms down, then my boxers, releasing my now rampant hard on and took hold of me again. She slowly stroked her hand up and down my shaft, then placed the tip of her tongue on my sensitive knob end. She delicately rolled her tongue around the bulbous head of my. She sighed and bucked her hips hard when I made contact and put her hand on the back of my head and ran her fingers through my hair. I sucked gently on her while running my tongue over her button.I put my hands under her butt and pulled her pussy towards me, mashing my lips against her labia, twirling my tongue around her clit and sucking softly. Pam groaned and bucked and pressed my head against her with her hand. She continued bucking her hips gently until her orgasm finished.I moved back up. That's the safest way. If anyone of you ever comes across me again, being George is a must. You can't remember my last name anyway. You'll be at ease again. "Funny coincidence that good old George ended up the same place as me," you'll think. I, on the other hand, will pity you. In all likelihood you're about to be struck by lightning a second time. But you will never associate that with me. After all, it's just good old George whose luck is as bad as your own.So, yeah, I'm always George and.