.I’m cumming!” Brenna’s body was wracked by her second orgasm.Tom’s time had run out. He erupted into her, spewing hot cum deep into her tight...pussy. Her spasms gripped his shaft, milking every drop from the turgid flesh.When conscious thought returned to Tom, he looked up to check on Brenna. Eyes closed, hair damp with sweat, nipples erect and dark, areola crinkled and bumpy.“Hey, when is it my turn?” Claire winked as she crawled over to the mass of sweaty flesh and playfully slapped Tom’s. It just had to be. "Sorry, man. Don't remember any Jesse. I mean, did you go to school in Connecticut? That's where I was in grade school. At least until I was in junior high. But that would be totally weird. Jesse? Yeah, totally weird. Sorry. Don't know you." His frown was intense and she couldn't help feeling sorry for him. It wouldn't hurt to talk to him for awhile. She had studying to do. But she could spare a few minutes. Poor sap. "Hey, come on and sit for a few. It's cool. I've got end. They were made to reave and rape.Lord Stark would have never condone his actions, he thought guiltily as he saw his own men commit the most heinous crimes upon the civilians of the great city of Lannisport. But Lord Stark had lost his head in King's Landing and could not object to Theon anyone. Besides, this is what his own biological father wanted to inflict upon the North, his childhood home. Instead, Theon had challenged his own father for the right to sit upon the Seastone Chair. Balon. If he’d lost a lost of blood, she needed to help him keep taking in fluids and there was a tea her grandfather had shown her would help stimulate the body to produce more blood. Looking in her medicine bag, she realized she’d everything she needed except for a watery fern that was fairly plentiful in these low mountain streams. She grabbed the water jug and headed for the stream behind the Hogan, as she really needed to get fresh water, anyway.She went to a shallow, rocky area where the water.