Mark relaxed, realizing I wasn't offended. "Aren't you my filly now?" he asked, jokingly.I neighed, and broke out laughing. "I guess that makes you my... stallion."Mark leaned over to me. "Your stallion, huh." He kissed me hard, his tongue filling my mouth. "Your stallion's feeling a little frisky."Feeling bold, I rubbed the hard bulge in his pants. "Mmhh, yes you are," I purred in agreement. I blushed, surprised at my wantonness. There was something about Mark that just drew out my deep. Jaise siskariya sunkar raha nahi jar aha tha to maine himmat karke uss parde ke kinare ke darar se zaanka dekha to ab chut mom ke badebade boobs jiske nipples pure tane huye the or nipple ka dark brown color gore gore do haath me ek boob bhi na samye itne bade boobs pe dark broen nipple kya dikh rahe the jo ek side me latke he or mom dad dono ki aankheband thiMain ab saaf mom ke expression dekh sakta tha or unke boobs or chut bhi or chut me dala hua papa ka haath bhi jo baar baar trj anadr bahr. The fact was that everybody spoke some version of Byzantine Greek. That meant that the time was somewhere after the founding of the Byzantine Empire. From what the local people told me, the Mongols had not yet invaded, so I figured that we were living within a very long span of years, 500-900 AD, and I could not pin it down very close. Oh, well, it was not intrinsically important, so I didn't worry too much about it.My immediate problems centered around whether to stay in our current location. Although she was a bit older than many of the females at the camp, her lovely body combined with her tan and her natural bearing made her very eyecatching and I knew that she would be noticed by a number of the men that evening. Indeed, I fully approved of her outfit as it guaranteed she would be noticed.We had had a few glasses of wine in our tent and it was later in the evening when we arrived at the bar which by then was crowded. We got drinks and could not find a table so stood around with.