He rode me fast and hard, grunting everytime he thrusted. I could feel our wetness drip down my legs as I buried my head inside the sheets, coming in ...ere mintues. A string of expletives came from me as I rode him back. The sound of us echoing in the air as we both moaned. I was beat but I knew he wasn't done yet. He slowly pulled out and turned me over. We kissed like we always did-full of passion. I could feel him slip his tongue along my lips and I happily granted him access. He tasted. ‘And ye say ye found them where, McGregor?’ Harlan asked, trying to piece together the night of birlinn raiding, as Sloan Fraser had described to him. He remembered where the last birlinn was to be taken from and it was the same island. His suspicions rose, as he listened to him. ‘Off the coast of Luing, a day’s ride from here.’ Eamon told him, pointing back in the direction he’d come from. ‘I ha’e a question I need ye tae answer. Think carefully, before ye do. Was there any arras in them?’. I hate January. Christmas, gone and forgotten. My birthday, the fourth, also gone, and another eleven long months without an excuse for presents. I groan inside and flip over onto my back, stretching out my long, slim arms above my head, arching my back, and lifting my backside off the mattress before I flop back down again. I'm distinctly unimpressed with the thought of getting up on such a cold, dull winter day. Reaching down under the duvet to scratch my balls, I give my dick a quick squeeze. ‘And did your mother suggest this method?’ he said, with raised eyebrows. ‘For some reason, she was confident that eventually you would find them. Of course, I could have given them to you at some convenient time.’ ‘And now is convenient?’ Dean half-smiled. ‘Let me suggest that it would be inconvenient for me to do otherwise now,’ she grinned archly. ‘You would like to continue your lessons, then?’ Dean looked at her carefully. Her only immediate answer was to smile. Setting aside the twin.