" Greg is laying there, "oh yeah,that feels so good to have a man on top of me with his cock working in my fuckchute, Maurice, keep pounding his ass,... it feels so good to have both of you men onme." Alan is laying tight on Greg while Maurice rears back and slams his blackcock forward into Alan's white ass. "Oh, I love to fuck that ass of yours." Alan watches in the mirror as he is getting fucked, "gawd, I love this, fuck me allafternoon." Ray, who is laying on his back and getting fucked by. "Am I right?" What do you mean?" Don Enrique asked with a startled look upon his face. "Why shouldn't the Hawk reach Ceuta? You told the King of Portugal that was where you were bound. What treachery is this?" Calm yourself, Don Enrique," Bartholomew advised the Spanish nobleman when the man's hand fell to the hilt of his sword, "and let Dom Pedro explain. I can assure you will understand in a minute or two if you give him a chance." Bartholomew is correct Don Enrique, as is Ishmael as well,". The other two girls you saw have the ten to two shift and closing.’ ‘Which days do you work?’ ‘Sunday through Thursday.’ ‘So you have the next two days off, nice. Are you and your girlfriend going to see the parade Sunday?’ ‘Not really, I will be in the parade.’ ‘Not your girlfriend?’ ‘No.’ ‘Oh.’ I decided not to ask which was OK since our baskets of catfish came to our table. Our sides were a cup of red beans and rice and a basket of fries. The catfish was nearly the best I had ever eaten and. “Holy shit,” he thought as he watched her eat the cone – her tongue delicately licking the circumference of the creamy cone. He instantly hardened as her lips went down on the top of the cone. He remembered those lips on his cock. She continued the torture, slowly alternating between long licks and short swallows of ice cream. Her steely blue eyes watched him with every lick, she knew exactly what she was doing to him and it made the entire experience all the more delicious for her. The thought.