I remember we were having some kind of party, probably trying to rush a bunch of freshmen, and I needed to go make room for some more beer so I went b...ack to my end of the house for the bathroom.There were girls hanging around, there always were. Some were girlfriends, some wanted to be girlfriends, and some were friends of girlfriends. Some were, well, you know, just hanging around because they didn't have anything better to do and we provided free beer to girls.When I came out of my room one. When I started to fuck her, I think she just kept going from one to another as quickly as my cock entered her. Megan grinned at me; the dirtiest laugh I had heard emanated from her lungs as I rolled off her and onto the bed. It started me laughing too. “That was an awesome fuck,” she said. “I loved every minute of it.” She twisted her body onto her side. Her breasts fell onto the bed. Well one of them did, the other rested on the one below it. Her hips also jutted from the bed upwards into the. ", Bramley concluded."Consider it done, Milord.", The man acknowledged.As his visitor departed, Bramley retrieved a large map of Wales from his cabinet, and focused his attention upon the Cambrian Mountains.Sassons at The Gate"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." - K'ung-fu Tzu (Confucius)Historical note; in this next segment I refer to Longshanks' Folly (a fictional place). Longshanks was Edward I, King of England 1272 - 1307 C.E. He conquered and. She could hear Harry asking why was she crying instead of cheering. As she hadn’t approved the nomination Harry must have forged her signature, eliminating any possibility of her refusing to sign. Bad boy Harry! That bad boy though made her sniff and smile. * * * The following Saturday evening, Harry stood in Sierra’s living room waiting for her to finish dressing. ‘Pour a drink if you like. Nothing for me,’ she called. Harry idly pushed the CD player start button to see what her current taste.