I wiggled my hips, juices trickling down my thighs.Leather creaked. I watched over my shoulder as she took off her sword belt. Her chainmail loin clot..., held up by the wide belt, fell to the deck with a clatter, leaving her naked from the waist down, her pussy hidden by the shadows of her thighs.I bet she was wet.She slid her scabbard from the belt and set her sword down on the deck next to the large pouch containing four of the five pieces of the High King’s broken sword. She folded the belt. ’ She turned to her Aunt Ida who was suppressing a kind of smile and said: ‘Aunt Ida, I apologize to you too.’ Then she looked at Clarence, who was still pale and said: ‘You are warned! Next time, I’m going to hurt you!’ Maggie left then. The name itself had been one of the factors that had spurred Maggie on, as she grew up and matured, to be who she was today. She certainly had been a fat kid. That much she realized as truth but then during high school she began to grow. She’d gotten this. He was not expecting this. Did Lynn know this was going to happen? He felt his arousal as he watched his wife getting fucked. The two guys looked pretty young. Maybe college age. This was a change. They sure were in shape. Maybe athletes. He continued to watch. Their cocks certainly were hard.The other one spoke, “Come on Roger, you’ve fucked her long enough. I want some of that pussy.”Roger answered, “Sure, man. There’s enough of her hot pussy for both of us.”Lynn looked back over her shoulder. Daddy sided with me. He said nothing could be finalized until the wedding took place, and that it was up to Thomas to convince me that he was a worthy suitor, and deserving of my hand in marriage." Four years? Why so long?" I wanted a proper courtship. For the first year, there was no progress. Everyone assumed that I would eventually grow comfortable with Thomas' nearness, and just naturally gravitate over to accepting this arranged marriage. At the end of the first year, my father requested.